Everyone turned around.
Stella Grayson strode into the conference room, holding a document in her hand.
SLAP.
Stella Grayson slammed the document onto the conference table. "Open your damn eyes and see what I actually signed!"
Brandon Sterling's unease intensified. He quickly grabbed the document and flipped it open.
After a quick scan, his face turned deathly pale.
What Stella Grayson had signed wasn't an equity transfer agreement at all.
It was an insignificant beauty treatment contract.
'Could it be...'
'Had Stella Grayson known about his and Megan Grayson's conspiracy all along and just played along to lead them into a trap?'
"No... Impossible..."
Brandon Sterling's eyes were bloodshot. He muttered in defeat, then suddenly ripped the document to shreds, roaring, "This is impossible!"
