dime of my firm’s due-diligence money in their hands, I want criminal indictments filed before breakfast.”
“Immediately, Arthur,” Sutter said smoothly, already dialing his phone as he walked toward the exit.
“No! Arthur, please!” Eleanor cried out, lunging toward the billionaire, her fingers clawing desperately at his tailored sleeve. “It was a mistake! We were desperate! Connor’s business was failing, they were going to repossess Harper’s apartment—we only needed the money for six months! We are a good family! We have pedigree!”
Keating ripped his arm away from her grip