DAMIEN
“What are you talking about?” I demanded, stepping closer. The air in the room was thick, heavy with unease. Cassandra, my father’s lawyer, sat stiff at the table, her knuckles white against her pen. Beside her, the chief of security looked like he hadn’t slept in days. Their faces carried the same expression—fear masked under professionalism.
My father’s jaw was tight, his eyes colder than usual. Without a word, he slid his phone across the table toward me.
“Come take a look.”
I picked it up, and the message burned into me instantly:
I have what it takes to tear down your empire, Mr Beaumont. You took what is mine — now I’ll take yours.
My pulse spiked. “s**t,” I muttered under my breath, scanning the words again like they might change. “Who the hell could be behind this?” I
