“What happened to them?” Lewis asked, his voice low and edged with irritation.
“They were caught by Lucian and executed,” Jonas replied, steady but cautious. “Fortunately, he didn’t trace the theft back to us.”
Lewis’s jaw tightened, his knuckles whitening. “That bastard,” he hissed, pacing toward the table. He snatched up a glass of wine and took a sharp breath through his nose.
“All of them?” he asked finally.
“Every single one, boss.”
The sound of shattering glass filled the room as Lewis hurled the cup against the wall. Deep red splattered down like blood, a reflection of his seething rage.
“Who the hell does he think he is?!” Lewis’s voice thundered. “He came into this business because of me! I remember how weak he was when his father dragged him into it. And now he thinks he ca
