Betrothed To An Alpha? I Don't Think So!

They all looked at each other, taken aback.

Lincoln furrowed his brows.

"My father wrote the will, he chose me. If he thought I was any less competent than Preston was, I wouldn’t be the one standing here. It would be Preston. But as you can see, none of that is happening."

She sneered over to Preston whose head was boiling red as if it could explode.

"No vote," she said. "No majority bullshit holds any weight within this room. Every decision is up to me and if I decide to run this corporation myself, there is nothing you can do about it. At most, you’ll withdraw, no?"

"Girl!" Marcella slammed her hands on the table. "You have no right speaking to us that way!"

Evelyn looked at her.

She rounded the desk until she could stand toe to toe with her, expression blank.

"What did he offer you?" she asked. "Preston."

"Meaning what?"

"You said my father was a competent man, Mrs. Moretti, yet here you are, intending to overrule his decision. Unwilling to respect it."