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Crash!

All kinds of stuff shattered all over the floor.

But Michael hadn’t even vented half his anger.

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“So what if he’s Mr. Guzman of the Guzman Group? Is that supposed to make him some big shot?” he spat at the air, his face twisted with rage. “He’s still just a guy with no wife and no kids.”

“What a joke!”

“If I can’t get even, I’m not Michael Quinn!”

He just kept ranting.

He didn’t stop until he’d been cursing for a full ten minutes.

Victor waited until Michael’s rage had died down a little before stepping up, voice gentle: “Sir, please, you need to calm down.”

But there was no way Michael could just let this go.

Every time he remembered how Ryan humiliated him right in front of Max, it felt like a wildfire was burning in his chest. ‘That bastard.‘

Back then, he could tolerate Ryan picking on him and acting superior–but now the guy was looking down his nose at him like some king of the world? Hell, he was the head of one of the Big Four Families–who the hell did Ryan think he was to treat him like dirt?

“Dig up everything you can about Ryan’s weak spots,” Michael ordered, ice in his voice. ‘I swear, I’m going to make that bastard regret crossing me!‘

“Honestly, we haven’t found any real dirt on him yet,” Victor replied, hesitating. You know we’ve been looking into him for ages. “If I had to pick, I’d say Amelia and Rebecca–he seems to have a soft spot for those two.”

Michael’s brows drew together.

Victor hesitated, “Should we target Rebecca Jensen?”

“No way,” Michael shot back, not about to take that risk. “We can mess around with other things, but if we drag Rebecca into this, even if Ryan tries to meddle in the Quinn family’s affairs later, we won’t have a leg to stand

on.”

“Then what do we do?” Victor asked, his mind going completely blank.

“You’re asking me?” Michael snapped, his anger flaring even higher. “Am I supposed to have all the answers?”

kept his mouth

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Michael couldn’t hold a candle

looks, Michael didn’t even

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heirs, Max could go toe–to–toe with Ryan’s successor, but that guy always

Michael asked, finally switching

already thought of everything Michael could. “He’s in perfect

Michael’s frown deepened.

Ryan even healthier than me?‘

parents. Otherwise, why do I always get left in the dust by Ryan

he was lost in these thoughts, Max walked in. The moment he saw the mess on the floor, he knew exactly what had happened. “That’s Amelia’s place, after all. There was no need to go

moment he heard Max’s comment, his temper shot straight

to believe his own son wasn’t on his side. “Ryan Guzman was the one who picked a fight–if you’re not even going

sure Mr. Guzman was the one who started it?” Max said, his face as cool and

argue back, but then it hit him–Ryan’s first words to them were actually really courteous. He couldn’t even complain about his attitude,

he kept picking apart anything the

mood, already sour, took an even darker

son. No matter what, you should always have my back,” Michael snapped, the

not getting involved in whatever grudge you have with Mr. Guzman,” Max replied, calm and deliberate. “That’s just like parents staying out

Michael got it.

was one thing–craving his

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his father, keeping his voice steady. “Seriously–don’t even think about dragging your sister or Rebecca Jensen into

an eye

if Amelia or Rebecca got pulled in, Max knew even he might not be able to bail out his dad. Ryan was a legend from the old guard–that kind of guy, if he made a move, nobody could predict what

telling me what to do?” Michael shot back, his face

“Just a word of advice from someone younger,

chest heaved

his top at home–was he just everyone’s

around any longer. He opened his mouth, voice as cool as ever: “Guess I’ll

watched as he

door when Michael

with his usual

the one thing that’s always bothered him, “Is your

didn’t blink, his tone icy and detached.

since Rebecca and Amelia came back, you’ve been reaching out to them nonstop,” Michael pressed, eyes never

tone icy, eyes cold and detached as ever. “The last time was for a family task, and before that, it was Grandpa

no holes. Every single time Max had met with Amelia or Rebecca, it was