ScottMichael leaned forward, arms crossed as he gestured toward the me.“Everyone, meet Scott Dashing. You may already know him.” He introduced meJames furrowed his brows. “Yeah, I do. But I still don’t get what he’s doing here.”Francesca’s lips parted. “Wait. Now I remember, he works for your father's company… Ethan trusts him. Deeply.”I chuckled lightly and gave a small bow, mockingly polite. “Yes, he does. On the surface, at least.”James folded his arms. “What’s this? Some kind of joke?”“No joke,” I replied coolly. “I know all about the money you’ve been sending to Michael. I know about the secret accountant raises, the discreet transfers, and your meetings.”James instantly tensed, stepping back a little. “You told Ethan?”I shook his head. “Relax. I haven’t said a word. If I had, you’d be in handcuffs.”Michael stayed silent, watching the exchange like a referee. There was something calculated in his silence, a man used to weighing the odds before speaking. His poker face w
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