Elliot POV
He dares to come here. To stand in front of me with that b**ch responsible for my mother killing herself and demand a cut. A cut of what? The companies I built from the ground up?
“What are you talking about?“, I try to make my voice sound as calm as possible, even though Gideon is raging in the back of my head, telling me just to snap his neck already. Disgustedly, I stare back at my father and his chosen mate.
“Oh my boy, I always knew you weren’t brilliant, but that dense…. I want the money that is rightfully mine. Even though you might tell yourself that you “earned what you got “and that you are “entirely self-made“, I beg to differ. YOU would be nothing without me. I made you; I formed you. YOU owe me. I left and let you lead. I could have—-
My bellowing laughter cuts
