George's lip curled into a twisted smile, blood staining his teeth. "Acting tough in front of Daisy like your head isn't already messed up? Pfft…"
Theo's brows knit together. His voice came out flat, almost bored, but his words cut deep. "Looks like your head's gotten worse these days. What's the problem? Lack of love?"
George's smirk faltered, his expression souring as the words pierced through him.
Theo closed the distance between them, his steps deliberate. His voice dropped lower, each word edged with steel. "I heard you dug up my medical report?" He clenched his jaw. "Too bad… I already knew your next move."
George snickered, tilting his head. "And what can you do? That little report of yours could shake your whole company… I wouldn't have to play this dirty trick if you were willing to give up Daisy."
