Dario's POV
I stood in my luxurious villa, sipping coffee, as I gazed out at the city skyline. A triumphant smile spread across my face.
The thought of Fowler's Enterprise welding so much power makes my heart leap in excitement.
My phone buzzed.
"Dario Fowler speaking,"
"Mr. Fowler, your grandfather's condition has worsened," my assistant said shortly, his voice bland.
I frowned, though a spark of satisfaction ignited within me. "Just keep me updated."
"Okay,sir." He replied.
I ended the call, switching on the TV, and Aubrey's face filled the screen. She stood confidently, addressing the press.
"...we deny all allegations," Aubrey stated, her voice firm.
I chuckled, admiring her determination and confidence. "You can't save your empire, Aubrey."
"Miss Aubrey, how do you respond to William Carver's scandal?" a reporter asked.