Blake barely slept that night, even though he was happy about the DNA result that at least Tyler is his son, his mind was still restless.

Haunted by Bennett, Grayson, numbers report, and the faces of shareholders who had spent the last few days demanding answers he didn't have.

Just when the sleep was finally dragging him under, his phone rang.

The shrill sound jolted his body a little as he jerked awake. His heart—hammering against his chest.

He grunted.

“ What now, what's it this time?” He grumbled as he reached for the device on his bedside table.

For a moment, his vision was blurry, but the moment he...