Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

When the gatekeeper came to report, Lincoln's temper flared. "Who does Jules think he is? Just stroll in here whenever he wants? When he let his people push my daughter around, did he ever think the Stewart Estate would slam its doors in his face one day?"

Still fuming, Lincoln barked, "Go tell him to get lost. I don't want to see him anywhere near here. And those gifts he brought? Let him haul them right back out. The Stewart family doesn't need his handouts."

The gatekeeper hurried off.

At the gate, he relayed Lincoln's message to Jules, adding a bit of spice for good measure. "Mr. Jules, my master blames you for siding with the wrong people and letting his daughter get bullied. He says the Stewart Estate is closed to you for good. And those gifts? He doesn't want them. You'd better just leave."

Jules scoffed, just as stubborn. "Who cares about getting into the Stewart Estate? Tell him I brought these gifts for my son. He can't stop me from taking my own kid home, can he?"

The gatekeeper was left dumbfounded.

He ran back inside, this time heading straight for Morris. "Mr. Morris, Mr. Vincent says he's here for you. He wants to bring you home."

But Morris didn't seem to hear him; he just stared blankly up the stairs, those usually enchanting eyes now streaked with red.

When Nathan and Nathalie were on his turf, he just let his cronies walk all over them. Now that they've left the Vincent Corporation, he suddenly wants to play the

dare go back.

voice barely above a whisper. "Lincoln, I'm afraid I have to

you're going, at least make Jules sweat

his hands on

furious head of

the nerve to show

grinned sheepishly. "Come on, Lincoln, I'm really sorry. Your niece was treated badly at my company. I owe you

f.n

you? I don't know what

offered a bottle of water. "Are you done yelling? You sound

your water? You always took Mick's side over my

"You're right, I owe your niece an apology. But Lincoln, could you at least

"Fine," Lincoln huffed.