Having dealt with the Ellsworth family, I looked coldly at Dominic, who remained kneeling on the floor, and the trembling Lucas Parker beside him.
Just then, hurried, heavy footsteps echoed from outside the door. An elderly man wearing a custom tunic suit, with silver hair but an energetic posture and an imposing aura ten times stronger than Dominic's, strode into the room surrounded by black-suited bodyguards.
It was my husband, the true backbone of the Hollis Group, Harrison Hollis.
Having restored communication while in the car, he had already learned of the events from his subordinates and even watched the infuriating livestream recording.
Seeing my disheveled hair, torn clothing, and the wound at the corner of my mouth, the man who had commanded the business world through countl
