Julian walked into his next meeting, but his mind wasn’t fully there.
Half of him discussed projections, budgets, and timelines.
The other half was building a family tree of motives in his head.
Who would dare ruin Kya’s business just to get back at him?
Who hated him enough?
Who wanted something he had?
Who would benefit from Luxe being destroyed?
By the time the meeting ended, Julian’s patience was gone.
He stepped out of the conference room and told his secretary, “Handle all calls and appointments. No interruptions for the rest of the day.”
“Yes, sir.”
He shut himself inside his office and pulled down the retractable whiteboard. The smooth surface gleamed under the overhead lights as he uncapped a marker.
His family wasn’t huge.
That part was easy.
But figuring out who wou
