Chapter 40

Diana’s POV

I’ve been pretending to work for the last hour, but all I’ve been doing is staring at Harry, who is furiously thumbing through paperwork with his eyebrows furrowed in the middle.

He sounded damn pissed back in the conference room a few moments ago. When Mr. Jackson left, Harry stormed off in the opposite direction, pacing quickly. I have never seen him become that enraged before.

I merely hid myself between the plants outside the conference room because I was unable to follow him or confront him at this time until he got far enough.

“Machiavelli.”

I made an effort to search for the potential partner that Mr. Jackson had indicated to Harry.

I had an idea about them already because they were mentioned in one of the Waynes meetings, but I didn’t do further research.

“Multi-billionaire. Resort hotels and restaurants all over the globe. Art Galleries. Wine business too, huh? And motorcycles? Come on.”

They’re like the Ita