CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Several seconds pass by before the truth finally sunk in my mind. Reagan was that asshole’s son and not just that, the night I ranted drunk about Frost Sinclair, he had not bothered to tell me who he was. I felt pretty stupid about that and at the same time angry. Stupid that I ranted to him and angry that all this time he would not tell me that his father was the man who took over my family’s company.
“We would not want to keep the board waiting,” I stated instead, walking past him into the boardroom.
All eyes turn to me and it took every ounce of strength I had in me not bite down my bottom lip in anger at all the familiar faces staring back at me. I was still not happy to face those board of members. The chatter that had been going on amongst themselves had
