Logan stilled.
For the first time since she walked in, real surprise flickered in his eyes.
"What did you just say?"
Jean squared her shoulders. "You heard me. Marry me, and I'll hand you Adams Corporation on a silver platter. Every share I own will be yours. You'll have a seat on the board. My father and brother won't be able to stop you from taking them down."
Silence stretched between them.
Logan studied her carefully, searching for any sign that this was some kind of game. But she wasn't lying. He could see it, the sheer desperation beneath her cold, calculated offer.
"Now is your golden opportunity to claim me as your trophy wife. I am giving you full permission to use me for your benefit."
And that was what unsettled him most.
"Why?" His voice was low, edged with curiosity. "What the hell did your family do to you?"
Jean looked away. "That's none of your concern."
