Connor staggered backward. “You used me?”
Alyssa’s mask shattered. “You used everyone! You wanted an heir so badly that you never asked why a vasectomy suddenly failed.”
Betsy struck Alyssa. Alyssa shoved her into a flower arrangement, scattering white roses across the aisle.
Connor turned toward me. “Iris, listen. We can fix this.”
My phone chimed noon.
“No,” I said. “Now we fix you.”
Parker displayed the board resolution removing Connor as chief executive. Another document showed frozen accounts and listed the forged approval, fraudulent charges, and patent-backed loan.
Connor stared at the screen. “You can’t take my company.”