Maxwell scooped her up, cradling her against his chest, and turned a furious glare on me.
"Are you satisfied now?"
"If anything happens to Antonia, I swear you'll pay with your life."
I looked at the two of them—this disgusting pair—and felt nothing but nausea rising in my throat.
"Do whatever you want, Maxwell. You'd better pray your precious little sister-in-law lives long enough to make it to the gala."
I turned on my heel, walked out of the villa, and drove my Porsche straight to the office.
The moment I arrived at Fox Group, I called an emergency meeting with both the legal and finance departments.
A full audit. Every project Maxwell had his fingers in, every dollar he'd funneled through the company.
If I was going to cut him off, I was going to cut clean.
Over the next few days, I didn't go back to that revolting house. Not once.
I was busy laying the groundwork, preparing a gift the Henson sisters would remember for the rest of their miserable lives.
K sent me an update.