Chapter Three
The office looked as though a tornado had passed through and took a bird bath. Papers were everywhere. File drawers were opened and gutted. Shelves were divulged of books. Still, in the chaos, Zhi had found nothing to save them. There was no path to turn around what his father had torn asunder. For years, Zhi had tried to put the estate back together piece by piece, dollar by dollar, stone by stone.
When he was younger, he lived oblivious to the chaos his father created. He'd been in the calm of the eye, left to run wild with Prince Alex and Carlisle, the son of the Baron of Balansya. Being born the son of nobility, each of the boys had rarely seen their patrons. The king, duke, and baron had preferred their boys be out of sight, which had been fine for the boys, none of wh
