This shattered Paul Lacy’s world.
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
He had warned Gilbert Seehorn in advance.
Seehorn promised to “handle everything.”
He even guaranteed Matthew would be ruined.
So why… why was this man walking in perfectly fine?
And not only fine—
but radiating an aura that made everyone instinctively back away?
Then Paul noticed the plainly dressed, bare-faced woman following half a step behind Matthew, clearly shaken, clearly overwhelmed.
Paul frowned.
Who the hell was this old lady?
Wasn’t Matthew supposed to be at Goldsand Group?
Did he chicken out instead?
Did he just find some random actress to play along?
Yes—
that must be it!
He finally figured it out.
Or so he thought.
He strode up with a smug laugh:
“Matthew Powell, you really disappoint me.
