Steven Han's voice was calm, polite, and utterly merciless.
"The court summons will be delivered tomorrow morning. Before that, Mr. Grant, if you have any questions, you may contact Steel Group's foreign affairs department. The number is on the card."
He paused, then added mildly, "Also, if a single word about today leaks out, the Grant family's end will be far worse than bankruptcy. I trust you understand."
Samuel Grant could no longer even speak. His mouth opened and closed uselessly, tears streaming down his face.
Steven Han straightened and turned to leave. Then, as if recalling something, he stopped and came back.
"Oh, right," he said, glancing at the credit card lying on the table. "A mere one-million limit card isn't worthy of Mr. Steele's girlfriend. You should keep it for yourself… after you go bankrupt."
*
Outside in the corridor, Isabella was tugging at her clothes unconsciously, her lace-trimmed undergarments already visible.
