Chapter 49 The Ultimate Betrayal

The silence in the Rockwell conference room was thick enough to slice through. Outside, thunder grumbled like a warning. Inside, Gideon stood at the head of the long, polished mahogany table, his silver cufflinks glinting under the recessed lights. His eyes, cold steel sharpened by vengeance, swept the room. Everyone was there. Every key executive, including Genevieve. She sat poised, legs crossed, raven-black hair cascading like silk over one shoulder. Her emerald eyes flicked to Gideon’s as if trying to read his thoughts. She couldn’t. No one could. And that terrified them.