"Heh, The Hughes Group cost me my life's blood. So what? I had my glory days, but here..." Pointing to his chest, Marcus Hughes trailed off.
Shalma Hughes knew he meant his heart.
"It has never been happy here. A person's happiness has never had anything to do with money. No matter how much money you have, it's hard to fill the void." Marcus thought of a certain someone's face. That person looked gentle but was rebellious to the core, also using money to fill his own shattered heart.
Using money as glue? The very thought of it was laughable...
Shalma didn't want to say anything more. She left a final sentence, "I will never let Winslow Corp acquire us," before slamming the door and walking straight out.
