"Why are you all wasting your breath on him? A deadbeat like him has probably never even set foot inside Dragonrise's lobby."
"I could hear everything from the kitchen. All that talking, and he's still shamelessly refusing to sign. He just wants money—that's all this is."
The room erupted in laughter.
Then Walter's face turned to stone.
"You won't touch a single cent of mine. Sign the papers like a good boy, and we're done. Refuse—" His voice dropped. "—and you won't be walking out of here."
When I still didn't move, Adam let out a mocking laugh. "Looks like you really don't know when to take the easy way out."
"I despise people touching what's mine. You spent three years as Cynthia's husband, so here's what you're going to do—knock your forehead on the ground three times, then crawl between my legs."
His smile widened. "Do that, and maybe we'll let you leave breathing."
I chuckled softly. "Henson Corp, is it? No wonder you were on the brink of bankruptcy back then."
"But tell me—did you actually think I was asking those questions because I wanted your money?"
They laughed again.
"A broke loser like you? If it's not money, what else could you possibly want?"