Chapter 100 Truly No Alternative?

• The words hung in the air like smoke—“personally finance it.” They didn’t fade. They lingered, sharp-edged and deliberate, heavy with consequence.
• Liam didn’t blink. Not visibly. But the room had gone quiet enough that Alistair could hear the small shift in his breathing, see the tension harden around his jawline, clenched and controlled. He knew that look. He’d seen it at the edge of boardroom collapses, in the thick of family politics, even once, memorably, at Liam’s father’s funeral when the press shoved a microphone in his face.
• This wasn’t what Liam had planned for. Not even close.