Chapter 92

Trevon's eyes narrowed just a fraction, a silent challenge to the room. Most of the attendees today were small-time shareholders, and even with Qasim's stake, they barely scraped together a fifth of the Gibson Group's shares. Enough to call for a vote, but not enough to kick him out of the game. Their real play was to pin charges on him before the big meeting, to take him down a notch.

Trevon smirked as he eyed Daniel trailing the group. "Get the hotel surveillance out there. And file a police report, claiming someone's trying to smear Mr. Gibson. Let's see who's eager to sling mud."

Qasim's expression flickered before smoothing over. The online video was paparazzi gold, no way it could be flawed. He could not fathom the hotel footage showing anything else. But, to his astonishment, it did.

The surveillance showed Lydia helping Trevon to his room, then leaving promptly. The following morning, she woke him, and they headed downstairs together.

Qasim's face turned thunderous. Trevon