The door slammed shut behind him, and out of my view, Ronald Wright made a call to Paul Allen.
His thick black brows were knitted tight, eyes cold and full of menace. “Set up an investment for Jordan Bryant. Get him to sign something.”
Paul Allen paused, clearly thrown off. “Wait… what? Did I hear that right, Mr. Wright? Are we blocking him… or backing him?”
“You heard right. Just make sure he never finds out I’m the one pulling the strings.”
It suddenly clicked for Paul. “So you’re moving against Jordan now? If we try to block him, someone else will just support him eventually. But if we buy him out completely, he’ll have no choice but to walk the path you set. Even if it means shipping him overseas, he’ll have no say. That’s smart. But… won’t Mrs. Wright suspect something i
