His mouth opened but no words came.

Marlene forced a laugh.

“Silas, if you’re connected to this group, surely it’s just some temporary consulting job.”

Adrian’s reply was courteous and devastating.

“Mr.

Rowe is our controlling shareholder and executive chair.”

Brielle’s phone dipped toward the gravel.

Marlene looked at the cabin as if she expected it to transform into a mansion in front of her.