James slammed his hands on the office table, moments after the heated confrontation between him and his father. Alexa had left, not being able to contain her grief. Ricardo’s voice still echoed in his ears

"End it with her. Protect the Everett name. Chloe is your wife; Alexa has no place here."

But James wasn’t a boy anymore.

“Enough of this,” James muttered, pacing his office like a caged animal. “I won’t live under his thumb.”

His assistant, Lucas, peeked in, worried.

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