"Never. While you were playing at being a bartender at some Ricci company nightclub, I was here running this empire." He tilts his head, studying my reaction. "Do you really think you're fit for something of this level? Just imagine when all of New York discovers that the waiter serving tables was actually a billionaire heir. And a Vanderbilt, no less! Our father would never trust you with this, especially after you just abandoned your responsibilities and threw away the opportunity to finally unite our empire with the Stewarts." His tone is filled with pure disdain as he stresses Lyra's last name. "So tell me, Christian, how exactly do you plan to take on something like this? You could only continue as the company's CEO if our father had lost his mind."
My blood is boiling. Damon always
