I Became A Trillionaire After Marrying A Lady Boss

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

Tate leaned back in the butter-soft leather executive chair, steepling his manicured fingers as he surveyed the sleek minimalist office. Floor-to-ceiling windows displayed a breathtaking panorama of the city skyline while recessed lighting illuminated abstract paintings on raw brick walls.

"More scotch, Tate?" Sean murmured, pouring three fingers worth from a crystal decanter into an identical glass. Tate accepted it with languid grace, taking a slow sip as he stretched his long frame.

"I must say, Lloyd's behavior recently has me...concerned, brother." Tate swirled amber liquid meditatively. "All those excuses and awkward pauses. The boy's clearly hiding something."

Sean grunted agreement, scrolling irritably through emails on his tablet. "Or lack thereof. He always was spineless. Should never have trusted him to monitor that gold-digging worm Kayla calls a husband."

Tate opened his mouth to reply when sudden raised voices and scuffling erupted outside his office. Before he could r