Chapter 18

• “Money?” Carlo’s lip curled in disgust. “You think a few paltry coins are worth betraying the family? Worth risking everything we’ve built?” He took a step towards Jazreel, his shadow falling over the kneeling man like a shroud. “Tell me the truth, Jazreel. Now. Before I lose my patience entirely.”
• Just as Jazreel opened his mouth, a sudden commotion erupted at the boardroom door.
• Rivaldo appeared, his face a mask of grim determination, a woman held firmly by his arm. The woman, elegantly dressed in a picture perfect white suit that somehow managed to be both severe and alluring, had a defiant glint in her smokey eyes. Her waist length black hair, pulled back into a flowing river cascading down her back, did little to soften the sharp angles of her face.