The Rise Of The Consortium Heir

Chapter 118

It was raining heavily in Boston when Becca alighted from the car. She walked into the house, her face was a mask of anguish, and her eyes, red and swollen from crying, spoke volumes about her grief.

As she sauntered into the house, Gregory was sitting on the sofa when she entered. He left his seat and rushed to her.

“Where are you coming from? And why did you have the men drive while the rain was falling? You could've stayed and taken as long as you wanted.”. He said, and she shot daggers from her eyes.

"And why should I listen to you? You seem to have forgotten that you don't get to tell me what to do. At least not anymore.”

He furrowed his brow and raised his hands signaling his surrender. She sighed and buried her gaze on the floor, knowing that her anger was becoming evident.

"We should talk." She said, and he gestured her to a seat.

As they took their seats together, Gregory knew from the looks on her face that whatever