“Why did my aunt turn on you?” I kept my expression neutral, not wanting him to see anything other than what I wanted him to.

“Greed and her unrelenting vendetta against you and your mother. I was happy to partner up with her because I wanted to get back at the Vaughn family for turning me away all those years ago, but your family has a way of conning me out of everything.”

That was an insinuation, and the way he was looking at me told me my distrust was a mutual feeling.

I perked an eyebrow over my mug while I took another calculated sip. “It seems we’re in the same boat with Sylvia, then. How do we take her down?’

He skipped over the question, probably wanting someone to hear his wails of self pity first. “I know you didn’t know your aunt well, but she is definitely the sister of your mother. Don’t get me wrong—your mother was much kinder, but they both share the same tenacity.”

A thought crossed my mind. “If we move forward, I’m aware that your loyalties lie with yourself. What other convincing arguments can you make to ensure we have a successful partnership in taking her down?”

“I would get my company back, for one.” His jaw ticked with irritation, and I saw the look in his eyes warning me to tread lightly. “Two, we finally end the line of women from your family fucking me over. I’d say, if you help me, we can be amicable.”

“Alright, then.” I nodded at him, preparing to make a deal with the devil.

​Chapter 44

Brent

​Two Weeks Later

“Mister Vaughn,” our doorman opened the door to my office.

“Mister Vaughn is my grandfather. What is it, Frank?”

The door opened to reveal Garrett standing outside my office. “You have a visitor with an urgent request. Shall I let him in?”

The fucker was already here, inside our estate. How much more ‘let him in’ could there be?

Flicking my hand at him, Frank ushered him in and retreated out. Someone needed to tell him visitor requests were to be handled at the entrance to the property, not my fucking office.

“How’d you get onto the property, Bradford?”

“I spilled some info they knew you’d want to hear about Fallon.”

That was a convincing statement. My attention perked up at the mention of her name, despite it coming from this guy’s mouth. Why he was here talking about her was my next question.

“So, tell me what you have.”