Chapter 276 Which Idiot?
- While Michael Shephard was treating Emma, his dear uncle, Morris Lewis, was lounging in the top-floor office of the Lewis Group—smoking, sipping tea, signing off on paperwork. Life felt easy, almost lazy.
- Through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, half of Goldspire lay in view.
- Right then, Morris was staring at a message on his phone.