Page 55 of In the Midst of Chaos

“And what is a seventeen-year-old girl going to tell me that I didn’t know about?” Leon bit back.

“She thinks more like Micah than any of us,” I answered.

“Unfortunately, that’s true,” my father replied, none too thrilled.

“I say it’s a good idea to invest,” Huxley said, standing up straighter, referring to investing Finley’s money without her knowledge into a company that was a big gamble.

“And since when do you speak for her?” I asked my brother.

He smirked at me. “Since she’s to be my wife.”

My arms all but clawed at the armrest in the chair. I was going to be sick with dread at the idea.

I hated it.

“I still think Finley should be here,” I told them. Duncan was on his phone, barely paying attention to us. Anything corporate related bored him.

“Micah used to take her everywhere, and since she came to live with us, you have treated her like she’s made of fine china. None of us are.”

My father nodded, taking in my point. My brother’s lips curled in disgust.

“Listen, I know you love Finley like a sister, but that’s it; she’s not a sister to me. She’s my wife—”

I cut him off. “She’s nothing yet.”

“But she will be.”

I got up.

“Fine, do what you want, but when she rebels against all of you for treating her like a child, don’t say I didn’t warn the fuck out of you.”

I walked out of the meeting room because I couldn’t stand to see my brother and not imagine him doing all the things I had been doing to Finley behind his back.

The meeting room was on the same floor as my father’s and Micah’s offices. They didn’t want to be all the way at the top; they were somewhere a little lower. They could make it with ease to all floors without breaking a sweat if the need to run came.

I pushed the door and walked into Micah’s office.

He hadn’t wanted me to marry his daughter. I asked my father a few weeks back if I could be the one to marry Finley since I knew her and she was fond of the life we lived, trying to bring it up as inconspicuously as possible.

He said she could marry Huxley or Duncan, but Micah’s wishes were that she couldn’t marry me. If I did, he would dissolve his shares.

Apparently, he made Leon in charge, and if there was anything anyone took sacred around here, they were the vows you made.

So, I was on a fucking precarious line.

I sat at Micah’s desk.

“I’ve been trying to find your murderer, and it’s like I’m blind. I want to find retribution for you and give your daughter peace, yet you didn’t want me with her.” I tapped on his desk, angry that the word of a dead man stood between my happiness.

Upon knocking on the desk, the computer turned on, and it struck me as odd since his office was just here waiting for the day Finley finally took her seat at the board.

Per her father’s will, she had to be twenty-five.

She had her trust fund, but it was minimal. It got transferred to my father, and then he gave her money.

For someone who wanted Finley prepared for war, he’d left her with as little as possible. But then again, Micah used to say money changed people, and he didn’t want to jeopardize her daughter to fall for the green’s greed.

While I looked at Micah’s computer, I thought about the piece of information Andre and Nate had found.

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