The heavy silence inside the grand boardroom of Vance Tower was so thick you could hear a pin drop. The twenty old stockholders stared at Julian with tight, angry faces. They were scared of losing their money, and they wanted Julian to throw Evelyn under the bus just to save the company stock.

Julian slowly stood up from his leather chair at the head of the long glass table. His tall, broad body towered over every single person in the room. His dark eyes were cold like winter ice, and his jaw was set so hard it looked like carved stone.

"You dare to threaten my position as chief executive...