Julian slapped Marcus's hand away before it could touch Evelyn. The loud sound of hand hitting skin rang through the big office like a gun going off.

"Touch my wife again, and you will leave this room in an ambulance," Julian growled, his face dark with anger.

Marcus pulled his hand back slowly. He rubbed his wrist with a cold, nasty smile on his face. "You are still as hot headed as your father was. But your quick anger will not save your seat, boy."

Liam stepped forward, puffing out his chest like a small, foolish dog standing behind a big lion. "You are finished, Julian! You cannot use force...