Chapter 49

The Pierce Group had just lost three pivotal contracts—deals that would have propelled the company to new heights. All because Julian Pierce, Reginald’s worthless, bumbling son, had left a critical file unattended. The clients, impatient with the delay, had decamped for Alistair St. Claire instead. As if St. Claire weren’t already a formidable rival. Every major firm that once partnered with the Pierces was now clamoring to join forces with Alistair St. Claire. Reginald had even overheard two of his own executives whispering in hushed tones about defecting to St. Claire’s side. The betrayal stung, but this morning’s headline had been the final blow. Learning that the woman Julian once claimed as a “lucky charm” had married their arch-enemy—Alistair St. Claire himself—felt like dousing gasoline on a raging inferno.

Reginald Pierce slammed his fist on the broad oak desk, nearly toppling the phone. Rage made him want to hurl every object in the room—especially his good-for-nothin