"Evelyn has an ace up her sleeve. That woman's got good luck—she gave birth to a son. In twenty years, that child will be eligible to inherit from the Hughes Family." The Hughes Family rules were just like that; to prevent power struggles between brothers, they'd long ago set down strict regulations that every boy of every generation was assigned an inheritance path.
"You're saying you'll just hand over the empire you built with your own hands?" Alexander King couldn't wrap his head around it at all. The Hughes Clan had expanded severalfold under his watch; that was his blood and sweat.
"That belongs to the Hughes Family." Joshua Hughes stood by the window, already sensing the stench of conspiracy in the air, like a small patch of rotten meat molding in some dark corner, exuding a nauseating smell.
The spring chill still bit through; even on sunny days, the light refracted from those vast panels of floor-to-ceiling glass was icy cold.
