Her Empire, His Terms.
"Very cold. Perhaps you do have some of my blood in you after all."
"I told you, Gideon. I do what is necessary," I said, adjusting the cuffs of my shirt. "Now, keep your end of the deal. Keep your men away from Amelia."
"What about that pretty wife of yours, Claire and her father?" Gideon asked, his voice returning to its business tone. "The Sterling shipping lines are crucial for our offshore distributions. If you divorce her, her father will pull those ships out of our ports by tomorrow morning."
I turned my back on my father, walking toward the metal exit doors.