"No. But I don't like the look of you."
Sarah let out a soft laugh.
"Mr. Kaufman speaks his mind."
"But Ms. Henson and Mr. Fox arranged this out of kindness. Refusing them outright like that—isn't that a bit disrespectful?"
I curled my lip.
"My dignity isn't theirs to trample."
I stepped around her and walked out without looking back.
Behind me, Sarah Delgado's gaze followed my every step.
The moment I got back to my place, I started packing. The farther I could get from Sarah Delgado, the better.
That was when the doorbell rang. Sarah stood outside, holding a folder.
"Mr. Kaufman, I think we need to talk."
I moved to shut the door, but her hand shot out and held it open.
"Your father's company. Don't you want to know what's happening to it?"
I stopped.
My father's company was the only thing I still cared about.
In my previous life, after we married, she'd taken full control of it. In the end, every last asset had been handed over to Simon Simmons as a betrothal gift.
I kept my expression flat and let her in.
Sarah tossed the folder onto the coffee table.
"The company's cash flow has collapsed. Without a capital injection in three days, it goes into liquidation."