Six months later, the Lane Group rang the opening bell and officially went public.
Asher stood in the exchange trading hall, his gaze locked on the constantly jumping numbers on the big screen, and his eyes grew warm with unshed tears. He spun around and crushed me in a tight, forceful hug.
"Iris, we did it."
I patted his back gently, but my gaze drifted unconsciously toward the guest section. Silas sat quietly in the far corner, and the second our eyes met, a soft, warm smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
That night at the victory celebration, a tipsy Asher dragged Silas around, thanking him over and over again.
If the Wells family had not poured in capital at that critical moment, the Lane Group would never have held its ground against Damon's relentless attacks.
"Silas, when a
