This was a reminder from Morgan Joyce, but also a warning.
If Hannah wasn't happy, he wouldn't hesitate to take her for himself.
"What's that supposed to mean? Uncle, don't tell me you ditched Hannah last night because you were meeting some other woman."
Zachary Redgrave shouted in a rage, rolling up his sleeves as if ready to fight his uncle. He'd never seen such a damn bully.
A storm was brewing on Nathan Redgrave's face. "Are you trying to end your career in show business?"
'Damn it, that's so fucking ruthless. He's actually using that to threaten me.'
Zachary Redgrave took a deep breath, forcing himself to swallow the rage that had surged into his throat.
Back at the villa, Nathan Redgrave stood at the foot of the stairs, hands in his pockets, staring at the tightly shut bedroom door. He raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, then strode upstairs.
He knocked gently on the door. "Are you in there? I'd like to talk to you for a moment."
"What is it?"
