Chapter 10 Billionaire's Scandal

• Gerald Blackwood sat in his grand leather chair, legs crossed, whiskey in hand, the very image of control. His sharp, assessing gaze settled on Max and Isabella as they entered the room. The smirk that played on his lips was slow and deliberate, like he was already ten steps ahead.
• “So,” he said smoothly, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “I assume my son has told you everything.” His eyes flickered toward Isabella. “And yet, here you are. Still by his side.”
• Isabella lifted her chin. “I’m not leaving Max.”