The giant screen in the grand lobby continued to play the clear video proof. Camera flashes popped like endless lightning strikes, blinding Liam as he stood frozen on the shiny marble floor. Every single reporter was shouting questions, waving their microphones in his pale face.

"Mr. Vance! Did you really try to crash your own family company?" a news reporter yelled from the front row.

"Is it true you used stolen money from Sterling Designs to finance this attack?" another journalist shouted, shoving a recording device toward Liam's mouth.

Liam felt his knees shaking violently. His dirty plan had blown up right in his face in front of the entire...