Chapter 97

Kimberly:

I stormed into my uncle's office, my heart pounding with a volatile mixture of rage and trepidation. This was it—the moment I had both dreaded and anticipated. No more games, no more deception. I was here to take back what was rightfully mine.

Greyson looked up from his desk, his reptilian eyes narrowing as they took in my disheveled appearance. A slow, insidious smile spread across his thin lips—the smile of a predator who had caught the scent of prey.

"Well, well, if it isn't my darling niece," he crooned, leaning back in his chair with an air of nonchalant arrogance. "To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"

I clenched my fists, anchoring myself in the burning anger that had propelled me here. "You know exactly why I'm here," I spat through gritted teeth. "I want my company back."

A sinister chuckle slithered from his throat as he regarded me with patent amusement. "Is that what you think?" He rose from his seat in one fluid motion and rounded the desk, circling me li