"Surviving the ocean was sheer luck. But since you made it out alive, you should've stayed hidden in the gutter like a rat. Instead, you have the nerve to show your face in front of me?"
His gaze grew more vicious by the second.
"Let me make one thing clear: no one here will believe a word you say!"
"And that case from ten years ago? I destroyed every last shred of evidence a long time ago."
"You're nothing but a broke, powerless nobody from the bottom of the barrel. Me? I'm a celebrated entrepreneur. Crushing you would be easier than stepping on an ant."
I laughed.
I lifted my gaze to meet his. "Destroyed? You sure about that?"
Barret faltered for a second.
"Of course I'm sure!"
His face darkened, as if my questioning was an insult to his intelligence.
I clicked my tongue.
"You can't even handle your current affairs properly. What makes you think you handled things from ten years ago any better?" I said, a half-smile playing on my lips.
Barret's expression froze. His eyes locked onto mine, urgent and searching. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"What was the name of that CFO who launders money for your family again?" I raised an eyebrow. "Something like... Edwin Lambert?"