The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 80

color drained from Horace Greg's face as the realization washed over him. So what? What could he possibly do?

His daughter's obsession and behavior towards Daniel Shaw and her confrontation with Daniel's wife had sown the seeds of this catastrophe. Even if he wanted to beg, how would he start?

At the time, Horace had been pursuing funding for an investment opportunity, one that promised to generate a windfall of profits from the sale of high-end cybersecurity secrets to foreign buyers.

He had heard that she was on a wanted list. The 12 guns wanted her. He had already sold so many things under the nose of the Shaw, and it was only a matter of time before he got caught, so he wanted to curry favor with the 12 guns by handing over her information. Could it be that the Shaw family had found out?

He had made sure to hide all traces. He had not even contacted his man on the inside in a while

because of this.

How could they find out? Everything went wrong the moment his daughter confronted that girl. Or were the Shaw family watching him long before this?

Chapter 80 To Face the Music

These thoughts almost drove him crazy.

The Dark Hand were severely obsessed with Daniel's wife for some reason. There was no way he could not use this chip. His daughter hated her, and she was in the way. As long as she disappeared, his daughter would be a Shaw.

The memory made Horace's blood run cold. Ray must have discovered the leak, the sale of details that jeopardized the Shaw business, and with the target they had helped place on his precious granddaughter-in-law's life, it seems he was completely finished this time. The Shaws' wrath had been slow in coming, but now they clearly intended to extinguish the Greg legacy in one brutal stroke.

Horace reached for nother crystal glass with a trembling hand, pouring himself a generous portion of scotch into the fresh glass. He drained it in one gulp, savoring the burning trail it blazed down his throat.

There was only one way to stop the Shaw family before it crushed him entirely. He would have to face the demon himself and throw himself at Ray's mercy. If he offered enough explanation, Ray would let his company escape. Ray was a jovial old man. He would spare him.

else would be a death

he punched in the

once....twice...

then a

"Shaw here."

swallowed hard, his throat feeling as dry as

To Face

We...we need to

then Ray's gravelly tone

where you stand." A humorless chuckle. followed, chilling Horace's blood. "Very well, Greg, let's talk. Start by telling me who

panic nearly making him lose his

have hands in other things too. I swear, I didn't know what they intended. They turned

suffocating seconds of silence drained what

spat the words through the receiver like venom "Give me

took a breath to start pleading. He

he ended the call with Ray. The man's pointed

reason I shouldn't bury you right along with your pathetic criminal empire." He was going to die. He was

In a ragged breath, panic clawing

no reasoning or groveling that would stay the Shaw

of implacable vengeance, and Horace had foolishly put a massive target

his back.

old man's granddaughter-in-law's secrets to the highest bidder was the ultimate sin in the

face his wife after this calamity? What would happen

the terrible truth? They were going to die. Escaping now was worse. If he escaped, his entire family would

driveway of their sprawling estate, The drive home passed in a blur. He pulle chest tightening as he took in the sight of his wife Martha out back tending