CHAPTER 22

  Dario's POV

  I stormed into Lori's sleek, modern office, determination blazing within me.

  "Lori, it's time," I declared, slamming the door with a resounding crash.

  Lori's piercing green eyes snapped up at me, a hint of surprise dissolving into calculation. "Diego's hospitalized?" she stated, her voice even and composed.

  I sneered, a cold smile spreading across my face. "Perfect timing." The irony was delicious.

  "Why are you in a rush?" Lori asked, looking intently at me.

  "My grandfather is down. My company is falling apart. Let's make this snappy." I said,my voice laced with desperation and urgency.

  "What do you want?" She asked, testing my patience.

  I let out a sigh, pinching my brows. "I want William Carver down." I stated.

  Lori handed me a slender folder, adorned with the Carver's Corp logo. "Evidence against Carver's Corp. Embezzlement, tax evasion. The list was endless." Her eyes sparkled with triumph.