Chapter 4 - THE THREATA phone rang in her bedside drawer—the burner phone. I answered it, my voice dropping into a growl. "Who is this?"

"Griffin Drake," a voice sneered. "I’m impressed you found them. But tell me—do you prefer your twins dead, or do you prefer to hand over your company?"
It was my own business partner, Marcus. The man who had been my right hand for five years. He was the one who had been draining her accounts, keeping her in the dark.