Chapter 64 “Again Rachel, Again!”

• Stanford sat on an opulent leather sofa, sipping a glass of scotch. His daughter, Rachel, paced back and forth, clearly upset.
• “Again Rachel, again!” Stanford shouted. Rachel cupped her face in her hands, embarrassed by the discovery.
• “Is this how you wanted to inherit my company and my fortune. I told you time and time again that bastard wasn’t good for you. You insisted that I stay out of your business. Now you let him back in after everything…?”