Michael's POV
The sight of Reagan defending her made my blood boil. Here he was, my own son, choosing some woman over family loyalty while his restaurant empire crumbled around him.
"So let me get this straight," I said, crossing my arms. "Your business is hemorrhaging money, you've lost your apartment, and instead of focusing on damage control, you're playing house with a woman. Does that sound like sound judgment to you?"
Reagan's jaw tightened. "She's not just some woman, Dad. And my priorities aren't screwed up. I had to sell the loft after that supplier scam wiped out my operating capital. You know this already."
"I offered you a solution," I reminded him coldly. "Join Jade Industries. Learn the family business. But you turned your nose up at it."
"Because I wanted to make something of my own," he shot back. "And I was doing fine until that mess happened."
