“Fifty million? Not a chance.” Wilson’s audacity hit like a slap, and my tone turned cold to match.

Yes, this mess started because of me, but let’s not kid ourselves—it was the Zephyr family’s fault from the start. If Wilson thought I’d play the sucker and clean up after them, he was dreaming.

His gaze drifted around my office, a flicker of envy pooling in his eyes. "So, word is, you and Yosef divorced, and he handed you the company. And I also ...