The penthouse was bathed in the cold glow of the city lights as Ava paced the living room, her heels clicking against the marble floor. The board’s decision to halt the merger had sent shockwaves through Carter Industries, and Richard’s fury was palpable even from a distance. Liam stood by the window, his silhouette sharp against the skyline, his posture rigid.
Ava’s voice cut through the silence. “He won’t let this go.”
Liam didn’t turn, his voice low. “No. He won’t.”
Ava’s finger’s curled into her palms. “What’s his next move?”
Liam’s smirk was sharp, but his eyes were stormy. “He’ll come for us. Directly this time.”
Ava’s breath hitched. “Then we need to be ready.”
Liam turned to face her, his expression unreadable. “We are.”
The doorbell rang, shattering the tension between them
