Chapter 16 Billionaire's Scandal

• The heavy oak doors flew open with a bang.
• Gerald Blackwood didn’t wait for an invitation. He marched straight into Richard Fontaine’s office, his face tight with barely controlled fury. In his hand was a folded-up newspaper, gripped so tightly his knuckles turned white.
• Richard Fontaine, seated behind his grand mahogany desk, didn’t even flinch. He simply took a slow sip of whiskey, his expression unreadable. The only acknowledgment he gave Gerald was a slight lift of his brow, as if mildly inconvenienced by the intrusion.