The bodyguard pushed open the door and brought Raphael Bailey in.
The big boss looked up from his desk, noticing the third brother clad in a bathrobe, its collar slightly open, the very image of debauchery.
"Get in here and close the door," Wayne Bailey's eyes were dim with gloom. Thankfully, he was wise enough to think of dragging him here ahead of time.
Otherwise, he didn't dare imagine what might have happened next!
Dammit, why should he care who Cathy Xavier shares her bed with?
Yet he cared, it bothered him so much he could die from it!
"Brother, you wanted to see me?" Raphael Bailey frowned in confusion. Had a cold wind blown in?
Wayne tossed him some printed contracts, "Read all of these contracts tonight."
Raphael Bailey was even more speechless, "I'm going back."
"Want to try and get a broken leg and be locked up in solitary for three months?"
"Politics and finance are not my strengths, and I never get involved in company affairs, you're looking for the wrong guy."