"Take him away?"
Margaret's face twisted with venomous rage.
"As long as I'm alive, that bitch can forget about it!"
Blood oozed from where her nails had snapped, but she paid no attention—or perhaps didn't even notice.
"Have your people tail Jonathan.
Get photos of him with that woman, then sell them to the media through someone inconspicuous."
"Mom."
Tyler frowned at Margaret, his expression darkening instantly.
"My engagement to Sandra is just around the corner.
If Dad gets caught up in some scandal, it'll be you and me who end up humiliated."
No matter what his mother thought, he absolutely wouldn't allow this to happen.
"What's the rush?"
Margaret sneered, pushing herself up from the floor and settling back into her chair.
Her lips curled into a mocking smile as she surveyed the mess before her.
"Say what you will about Jonathan, but he's still part of the Luther Family's main bloodline.
