Chapter 8

Azalea gestured towards the letters in front of Asher. "My lawyer has informed me that you are already aware of this," she said, drawing his attention to the documents.

Asher was intently focused on reading the contents of Reza's will, finding it rather amusing. "So," he drawled lazily, a smile creeping onto his lips. "You're telling me that you're willing to hand over the entire Grandure Empire to Reza's daughter once she marries my son?"

Azalea gave him a perplexed look. "Yes, my late husband wanted me to oversee the business until his daughter turned twenty-two, and then marry her off to your son and transfer ownership of the company to Sinclair," she said with confidence.

Asher closed his eyes and chuckled softly. "Do you have any idea how much you will lose once you give up everything? You will be left with nothing," he said, attempting to bring out her darker side.

Azalea, on the other hand, sat calmly with her hands elegantly clasped. "I would use the