"Even if you don't want to take a look at them, I will still ask you about them."
The Alpha steepled his fingers together, his elbows resting on the couch arms comfortably.
The way Dane Silverback eyed the stack of papers on the table was rather amusing to him.
Eventually, Dane Silverback deigned to give the stack of papers the briefest glance.
"So?" He placed them back on the table, their treacherous content facing up for both of them to see. "What is it about?"
"If Father is not going to tell me what happened, then let me just ask how come the Silverback Corporation owned 65% of Clearwater Finance's shares?"
Dane Silverback rang a bell at the side of the tea table and the floor attendant appeared at the door right away.
"Yes, Mr. Dane?"
"Bring us both two cups of coffee. Black, no sugar."
"One," Ronan corrected his father.
Dane pulled a smirk. "Suit yourself."
