Keaton Hewitt, the eldest young master of HW Corporation, had probably tried to rein in Mick before this whole disaster unfolded. The Hewitts were shrewd businessmen; they knew how fragile alliances could be.
Keaton had likely hoped to handle things quietly, but Mick had never been one for quiet handling.
To him, Keaton's "restraint" had always been condescension. It was a way to make him look weak before the board and the chairman. In his head, Keaton was sabotaging him, stealing every chance he had at proving himself worthy of succession.
Now, as Mick trembled in rage as he tried to get up, Grayson broke the silence.
"I've already told him what to do," Grayson coldly said as he frowned. "But he still let things get to this point."
Mick's head jerked up. "What do you mean by that?"
Grayson didn't even blink. He turned his head slightly, glancing at Bryan and then the security personnel. "Escort them out. Both of them."
"What—"
