CHAPTER NINETY THREE
An array of papers and files were scattered on the mahogany desk before Reynold, and as he scanned each one, he marveled at Grant’s intelligence.

In the few days he’d immersed himself into looking for implicating evidences to use against the young man, Reynold had noted so many things.

Grant Emerson was smart.

Grant Emerson was intelligent.

Grant Emerson was not one to be messed with. Though on this part, Reynold was not too sure. He was not one to back down from a brewing war, and this definitely looked like one.

Though he kept telling himself he was doing all these because of Kayla, despite the strained relationship they’d had these last few days, still Reynold knew he had his own ulterior motives too.

“Are you still on this?” Jovian asked, kicking the door to the room open as he walked in, with packs of steaming ramen.

The smell wafted to Reynold’s nostrils, and he managed a small hum in return. While he’d been living off packaged meals, and takeouts, he couldn’t deny that he m
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