Chairman slowly turned his head toward Dylan, tapping the tip of his cane pressing into the marble floor.
"Dylan," the old called, flatly. "The stunt you pulled last night in this foyer. Care to explain why you thought you had the authority to run a circus in my house?"
Dylan's face went red. He shot a desperate look over at Lucas and Jeff, practically begging for backup, but both of them kept their heads completely down, staring at their own shoes.
"Grandfather, I... I got an anonymous text," Dylan stammered, his arrogant voice cracked. He reached into his pocket, his hands started shaking as he clutched his phone. "Someone sent me a tip. They said Eli was just a gold digger who came in here to rip the family off. I thought I was protecting our assets. I swear I was just trying to protect the family name."
