Layson sat in the backseat of the car, the corners of his lips lifting as he recalled what Mrs. Campell had said. A hint of amusement danced in his eyes. He spoke lazily, “Barnes, tell me—what does ‘never appear in front of me again’ even mean?”
After Mrs. Campell made her promise, he didn’t linger. He simply left one sentence behind: “Now that the land is in my hands, I won’t give it up. I’ll accept today’s apology, but I hope there won’t be a next time.”
But Layson didn’t buy it.
From the look on Bard’s face, it was clear he wouldn’t let this go so easily. Layson chuckled silently. Interesting.
The Campell family business is pretty substantial, isn’t it? he mused lightly.
Barnes, unaware of what Layson was thinking, dared not guess. He stole a glance at the rearview mirror—and just that one glance made his scalp tingle.
Though the boss was smiling, there was clear calculation in his eyes—a predator sizing up prey.
“With Mrs. Campell’s usual methods, she’ll probably send Bard oversea
