Chapter 293

Felicity's pov

Vincent is pacing now, his voice rising and getting uglier. "Felicity here isn't fit to run this company," he shouts. "She's young, naive, and totally out of her depth. She's in no position to rule but yet she's been given rein to heap this firm with misery because she doesn't know a straight flush from a set of bullets."

The staff gasp in shock; the faces of the people in the room drop. Rachel speaks up, her voice trembling. "But…but we thought you were dead, Mr. Vince."

Vincent chuckles, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh, no, my dear Rachel. I'm very much alive. And I've come to take back what's rightfully mine."

The room was a cacophony of many pipes opened at once, and I sat there with my jaw hanging open—appalled—his words cut deep. How could he speak of me this way? What's he talking about, anyway, "take back what's rightfully mine"?

And words that cut deeper, then suddenly, I remember what Daddy had said before he handed over the compa