13. Indecisive

“That’s a hell lot of money, Miss Montogomery. I’d suggest a white knight,” my father’s financial manager tells me, his face scrunched in a permanent from that makes him look older.

I changed my mind. Making Chase Enterprises sink under after I helped lift it to the height it has reached would be counterintuitive. A hostile takeover is my new plan, but Fen doesn’t agree. Flipping the pages, I bite on my bottom lip, tasting the red lipstick it is coated in. It is a truck ton of money, buying back those shares.

Ugh. I raise my gaze to his. “And who would you suggest?”

He pushes a file across the table and my nostrils crinkle at the name. “Really? We both know Ravenna wants only one thing from me. A permanent alliance. He’ll never agree to become a partner unless I wear his stupid ancestral ring.”

Fen shrugs. “He’s waited two years and I don’t see any other suitor hanging around, waiting for your childish tantrum to end.”

My jaw clenches and I push back the file. “I’m not get remarried a