"Adrian Vance, you are an animal. Go to hell."
I grabbed a wine bottle from the table and smashed it against the floor.
*Crash.*
Glass shards exploded outward. My voice rose above the ringing silence—cold and final.
"Adrian Vance, back then you hired people to humiliate me. Today you belittle me again."
I turned on my heel and strode toward the door.
"I will get justice for myself."
Behind me, Adrian's voice drifted out, thick with concern.
But not for me.
"Sara, where did that crazy woman hurt you? Let's get you to the hospital."
The crisp night wind hit my face at the hotel entrance, drying the tears on my cheeks. With trembling fingers, I dialed a number.
"Uncle Walter." My voice was steady. "This is Hailey Henson. I have a proposition."
Hesitant silence on the other end. I cut through it coldly.
"I hold twenty percent of the Vance Group's equity. I can help you take the company. In exchange, I want Adrian Vance destroyed."
The silence stretched.
Then a deep, firm voice replied. "Alright. Thirty minutes. Meet me at the café."
