Chapter 62 Checkmate

The boardroom pulsed with icy tension as Gideon Drake stared across the long glass table, his jaw clenched and knuckles pale against the mahogany armrest. The city skyline glinted behind him like mocking shards of glass. He was no longer the king in his own empire. Silas Rockwell sat at the opposite end, calm, collected, immaculately dressed in a charcoal suit tailored to his dangerous ambition. The ink on the acquisition contract had barely dried, but the damage was done. Gideon had lost. Completely. “I should’ve seen this coming,” Gideon muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “You played me.”