Rachel's aggressive tone gave Quinton a strange, unsettling feeling—like his identity as the heir of the Wrights no longer meant anything.

Before coming here, he had already suffered a massive loss at the hands of Mosby and Rafael, barely escaping with his life.

Add to that the bitterness he felt after being forced to call Andrew his godfather, that constant humiliation had been eating him alive. He felt like there was a storm cloud hanging permanently over his head.

The pressure, the frustration, and the endless bruising of his pride all boiled over, and he finally snapped.

He jabbed a finger at Rachel, eyes dark as thunder. "Madam Gardner, you filthy, desperate bitch. Do you really think I'm afraid of you? Let me make it clear—I don't give a flying damn about your so-called 'chairman'.

"And as for those two over there—they're mine now. No one's taking them from me. I don't care if they're just employees at one of your little fast food joints. Hell, even if you get in my w