At that moment, the financial director of the Apex Group came running in, breathing hard and covered in sweat.

“Mr. Conway, the bank received the notification. If the Harrell Group withdraws, the credit lines will be frozen tomorrow.”

Spencer grabbed him by the shoulders. “Fix it!” he screamed.

“It can’t be done,” the director replied. “Without that alliance, we don’t have enough of a guarantee.”

Spencer’s face fell, and his eyes searched mine with fear. “Phoebe,” he said, approaching me. “Please. Talk to your dad. Tell him this is a misunderstanding. I always took care of you.”