Reclaiming the Carrington Empire From the Impostors
Language: en
When Malcolm Reynold, CEO of the Carrington Group, finally decided to "recognize his son," I was deep inside the counting room of my high-stakes private club, tallying the house's take. A black Range Rover smashed through the gilded lobby doors, scattering fine mahogany and sparking a chorus of screams. Before I could even stand up, two of their private security men had me slammed face-down on the felt table. “Look at the gutter trash. A pathetic gambling addict,” a voice sneered. It was Pierce Reynold, Malcolm’s slick, self-important stepson. He looked at me with open disgust, then threw…