Page 98 of His Wild Attraction

“There seems to be a misunderstanding.”

“Mr. Ramirez, I insist you refrain from speaking. Mr. O’Doyle Please tell your client—” Mr. Orion tried again, the worm of a man grinning like he was going to get something over on Andres.

I almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

Whatever Andres was up to, I was sure this wasn’t going to end well. I only hoped I was on the winning side, but I didn’t understand what he was doing.

He kept me in the dark. And I hated it.

“First, I am not Mr. O’Doyle’s client. And I am here for my wife and my son,” Andres said, emphasis on the last bit.

There was a pause as all the attention in the room shifted to my husband.

“Um, I’m confused. We are here to discuss the issue of visitation concerning the minor child, Samuel Maxwell-Peters,” Mr. Orion said, reading Sammy’s name off a sheet of paper.

It was probably the first time he had ever read my son’s name, and just knowing that increased my fury.

“No, I believe you are mistaken. Our business concerns Maxwell Mining, doesn’t it, Gary?” Andres asked, his stormy eyes darker than I’d ever seen them.

“What do you have to do with the company?” Gary scoffed.

“Didn’t you know? I just signed the deal this afternoon. I am the sole owner of Maxwell Mining,” Andres said, silencing everyone in the room.

My heart was pounding.

Sole owner?

Had Andres somehow bullied some judge into allowing a sale to go through despite Gary’s attempts to stop them?

Had he bought Maxwell Mining to help me or, and oh my God, I was going to puke, was that all he’d been after since the beginning?

Prince of acquisitions.

That was his nickname at Volkov Industries.

But was I something he’d used to acquire his next big win?

My heart squeezed and immeasurable sadness filled me, like a rising tide I had no control over. I wanted to cry. But I didn’t dare.

My eyes searched my husband’s face, but he wasn’t looking at me.

Handsome as sin, but colder than I’d ever seen him, Andres waved his hand in the air.

“Let’s talk without the lawyers and the women, yes?” Andres said, and Gary, the snake that he was, nodded.

“Go outside,” Gary said, not even looking at his wife.

She flinched and pushed her chair back, the loud screech cut through the awkward silence, giving me time to address my husband.

The lawyers left one by one until only I remained.

“Andres,” I hissed, staring at him with wide, terrified eyes.

What was he doing?

I thought we were there to protect Sammy.

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