Phoebe's POV
Every person in that cramped conference room caught my words crystal clear.
Instantly, all eyes swiveled to Sergio, mixing disbelief with mockery.
No one could deny it—my relationship with Sergio, hell, with the entire Hale clan, was pure poison.
But for some twisted reason, Sergio kept picking fights with me, like he wouldn't be satisfied until he pushed me over the edge.
They were all thinking the same thing: Was this guy asking for a death sentence?
I wasn't just running Hale Group anymore. I was a miracle doctor, a hacking genius, and an instructor at the HDA Jackson Mercenary Special Operations Base.
Everyone knew what that place was—a breeding ground for stone-cold killers who could snuff out a life without blinking.
I trained those very mercenaries.
At Sergio's age, how many hits from me could he actually take?
Thanks to Winslow's strategic moves as acting president, every Hale Group employee now worshipped me after my hidden skills came to light.
