Jason Zane stood frozen for several heartbeats, his mind a whirring blur of confusion and denial.
The Hunt family was in breach? The most powerful industrial dynasty in the Centralshire State, the architects of this multibillion-dollar project, were the ones who had violated the law? It sounded like a fever dream. To Jason, the Hunts were the law. They didn't follow rules; they wrote them.
"Breach?" Jason finally spat, a ragged, desperate laugh bubbling out of his throat. "You’ve finally lost it, Matthew. The morphine from your sister’s hospital stay must have gone to your head. The Hunt family has the 'absolute discretionary authority' over every clause in this agreement. Even if the sun didn't rise tomorrow, they’d find a way to make it a Lacy failure! How can the landlords be in breac
