Chapter 4 - The Alibi
Tessa felt her blood turn to absolute ice.
She forced herself to breathe, remembering Vincent's warning about showing fear.
She lied with flawless execution.
She claimed she had dropped one of Vincent's critical pain pills and thought it rolled under the lockers.
Marco stared down at her for ten agonizing seconds, searching her face for any sign of deception.
He finally released her shoulder and stepped back.
He told her to be more careful and ordered her to get back upstairs immediately.
Tessa grabbed the laundry basket and rushed back to the master suite.
She locked the bedroom door and told Vincent everything she had discovered.
Vincent's expression hardened into a mask of pure, unforgiving stone.
His best friend and his fiancée were working together to destroy him.
Before Vincent could formulate a plan, a loud knock echoed against the bedroom door.
The lock clicked open from the outside, bypassed by a master key.
Dominic, the syndicate's ruthless underboss, strolled into the room without an ounce of respect.
Dominic threw a thick leather folder onto Vincent's lap.
He demanded that Vincent sign the harbor freight contracts immediately.
Dominic claimed the union bosses were getting restless and needed the boss's signature.
Vincent stared at his ambitious underboss, refusing to pick up the pen.
He stated calmly that he needed his lawyer to review the terms first.
Dominic's fake smile vanished instantly.
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He leaned down until his face was inches from Vincent's ear.
Dominic whispered that paralyzed kings do not have the luxury of making demands.
