Chapter 5

Olaf stared dead at me, the muscles in his face twitching erratically as he struggled to process the gravity of my words.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

I tossed the used wet wipe onto the desk, standing up slowly and bracing both hands against the table.

"It means that the legendary Blackwood Group you take so much pride in has been my private property from the very beginning," I said.

My gaze swept across the boardroom, locking onto the stunned, pale faces of the elderly board members. "And as for you, along with…