He Called Me “Street Garbage” at the Country Club. He Didn’t Know What Burns Down Empires.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t survive,” I replied.

“Wait,” William said, standing so fast his chair tipped. “What about Quinn? You’re going to destroy his inheritance.”

I paused at the door. “Quinn is brilliant. He doesn’t need to inherit success. He can build his own. That’s the difference between us.”

William’s eyes flashed. “He’ll never forgive you.”

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