A moment later, Julian walked in.

He stopped at the office door, watching Francesca work at what used to be his desk. For a second, it hit him hard—bittersweet, and then straight into a kind of ache.

One woman. Running a hundred-billion-dollar group. And three kids on top of that.

Just thinking about it was enough to know how exhausting it had to be.

Julian could’ve flipped the table and shown his trump card right now. But Rowan Group ...