But now, she's forgotten all of it.
The 'McGrath family' she spoke of should have carried my name, McLaughlin, not hers.
Before I could even utter another word, Rory gritted her teeth, struggling to suppress her fury, and barked toward the door, "Guards! Get these people out of here!"
She then shouted at the top of her lungs, "And as for Cyrus, today whoever convinces him to sign the divorce, I'll reward one million in cash!"
At her words, a team of highly trained bodyguards appeared from the shadows in perfect unison.
But they didn't move.
They didn't obey Rory.
Instead, they bowed to me with precision and shouted, "Sir Cyrus!"
I let my gaze linger on Rory's face as her expression shifted from calm disbelief to absolute horror.
A slow, calculated smile tugged at my lips.
"Rory, are you ready to step into the hell I've prepared for you?"
