It was about a million dollars, but I was careful with it. I invested it wisely, made smart decisions, and over the years, it grew. By the time James's pack was failing, I poured $147 million into the failing businesses.
So his pack was built on my money.
And he called me an idiot.
Another laugh escaped me as satisfaction washed through me.
I gathered every document, every file, every piece of evidence, and made copies, hiding them where he would never think to look.
Then I sank to the cold floor of his office and cried until my body had nothing left to give.
When there were no tears left, I just sat there, feeling empty. I had no idea where to start.
Then I remembered something James had said months ago.
"Stay away from Asher Storme. He's my biggest rival. He is ruthless and dangerous. He will do anything to destroy me."
Asher Storme. James's biggest rival and worst enemy. The Alpha of the Northern Ridge Pack.
He was the only one who could help me now.
I picked up my phone with trembling fingers and began searching. It took twenty minutes to find Asher's private number buried deep in James's files.
I stared at it for a long time.
Once I made this call, there would be no going back.