Alexander

Victoria's face went white beneath her perfect makeup, but she recovered fast. Her fingers adjusted the strap of her Chanel purse, nails clicking against the hardware.

"I know how to handle myself." She took a step back, chin lifting. "You're grasping at straws because you're losing control of everything. Your wife, your reputation, your precious company."

"Leave Olivia alone," I said, keeping my voice level. "If you want to come after someone, target me. ...