…SOREN…
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I’d barely pulled out of the driveway when my phone started lighting up again. I had three missed calls, a dozen texts, and a voicemail from legal. This can't be good.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, tightening my grip on the wheel. The kids’ laughter still echoed in my head — Evie’s tiny arms around my neck, Zayden’s grin — and now it was all being drowned by chaos. Again.
The phone buzzed and I hit the Bluetooth. “Yeah?” I snapped.
“Sir, it’s Colin,” my PA said in a tight voice. He sounded like he hadn’t slept in a week. “You might want to check your inbox. We’ve got another issue, the investors from LyonTech just pulled their funds. Twenty million, gone.”
I swore under my breath. “That’s the third one this week.”
“I know, sir. And—” he hesitated. “—the press got hold
