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“Blackmon knows something we don’t,” I tell him.

“There isn’t anything we don’t know about the business.”

Taehyun should be right on all accounts. I’ve known the ins and outs of this business ever since I started working for my uncle. I’ve read financial reports from years ago, including member names, original investors, and more.

“There’s something. That son of a bitch seemed certain that we’d regret this decision.”

Taehyun snorts. “He’s blowing smoke.”

“We need to make sure that’s all it is. He’s not even who we give a fuck about,” I remind Taehyun, “but he is partnered with Daniel Park, and once that bastard finds out what’s going on, he will try to strike back.”

“We’ll be ready for that piece of shit by then. I’ve already begun working with the team from the Global Group to guarantee their buy-in of the deal we’re setting up here.”

I nod, though he can’t see me. The end goal is to ensure my father’s former company and Daniel Park—the son of a bitch who now runs it—end up in debt up to their eyeballs.

“I’ve also been gathering paperwork that shows Park’s been bribing bankers for years to keep the business afloat,” Taehyun continues. “By the time I arrive in Williamsport, I should have a better idea of whether Blackmon’s accusations are true.”

Taehyun is coming to the States to attend the gala here in Williamsport. Jersey and I will be there, too.

“So, will this be my chance to meet the love of your life in person?”

I raise my eyebrows. “Why the fuck are you interested in meeting her?”

He chuckles. “Because I want to see you obsessed up close and personal. As many years as you’ve spent stalking—”

“Fuck you.”

He laughs harder.

“And stay away from my woman. I’ll break your damn—”

“Don’t get carried away. I’m not plotting anything on her. I know you would go ballistic on anyone who does.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” I agree. “I’ll call you in a few days.”

I hang up with Taehyun and head for my office. On the way, I take a look at my phone. There’s a message from Kennedy from the conversation we were in the middle of before Blackmon arrived.

Little Warrior: I’ll be at your place tonight if I want to.

I glare at her response for a beat before checking her location. If she wants me to find her wherever she is, so be it. Images of me throwing her ass over my shoulder and carrying her out of her apartment make my dick go hard.

Luckily for her, though, that won’t be the case tonight because the tracker on my phone tells me she’s exactly where I want her.

CHAPTER 28

Dae

Too many hours later, I punch in the code on my door and press the pad of my thumb against the print detector. It opens, and I step inside, feeling her presence almost immediately.

After heel-toeing my shoes off, I enter the house, and my attention goes to the living room. The aquarium’s backlights provide enough light that the living room isn’t completely obscured.

Kennedy sits on the plush cream couch, legs crossed, with her laptop on the lap table I bought for her a couple of weeks ago. I lean against the archway of the living room to watch her.

She’s the picture of the hardworking investigative reporter with her hair piled on top of her head in a bun, typing away on her laptop, even down to the pen in her mouth as she types.

“See something you’re interested in?” she asks without looking up from her screen.

“You’re looking pretty damn comfortable for someone who pretended like they didn’t want to be here.”

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