He held tight to the ID, almost crushing the fragile card.
Cordelia was Marcus’ wife…
And that jerk was still alive!
His heart was pounding, and it was difficult to breathe. He felt terrible, as if there was a rock pressing on his chest.
…
When Nicholas arrived in Centralism on the first plane in the morning, the sun had just risen. Yale had sent his men to wait at the VIP exit.
He nodded courteously, getting into the luxurious MPV that Yale had arranged for him. Soon, he arrived at the Hamptons’ private club.
Yale was having breakfast.
Blood oozed when the fork and knife cut through the almost raw steak. His eyes lit up. He dipped his finger in the blood immediately and sucked it.
Nicholas frowned, and a hint of disgust flashed through his face.
“Hah, come eat with me?” Yale sai
