Chapter 187
- RICHARD’S POV
- I was sitting at my father’s old mahogany desk, flipping through some documents—more paperwork than I thought I’d ever have to deal with in my life. Legal stuff, property deeds, board meeting minutes. I could feel a headache coming on, just looking at it all.
- “Mr. Richard,” Billingsworth’s familiar, polished voice broke the silence. I glanced up, rubbing my temples. “There’s a lawyer here to see you.”