After the little “house-buying episode,” Matthew Powell and Sarah Lacy returned to Lacy Corporation.
The moment they stepped into the building, Paul Lacy immediately called them into the conference room. Inside, the heads of all major departments were already seated. Jacob Lacy sat near the middle, and at the head of the table, expression dark and heavy, was Tom Lacy.
Rebecca Lacy was nowhere to be seen—she was probably still in the hospital.
“Well, that was fast. You’re back already?” Paul asked with a pleasant smile that never reached his eyes. Bitter malice flashed in his gaze and disappeared just as quickly. “So, did you get the money, cousin?”
Damn Sam Elliott, he cursed silently. That bastard hadn’t crippled them like he was supposed to. Useless.
Still, they had been gone for ju
