Chapter 69

• Standing on the rooftop of his sleek Manhattan skyscraper, Liam Simmons stared down at the city below, the glow of the streetlights reflecting off his sharp, brooding features. His fingers tightened around the glass of whiskey in his hand, knuckles white with tension.
• “She won’t win this,” he muttered under his breath, the venom in his voice clear as he spoke.
• Across from him, Victor Langley, his business partner and head of Sandoria Investments, leaned casually against the railing, his eyes amused but sharp. “Your legal team is on the brink, Liam. Maybe you should let them breathe for a bit before you launch another attack.”