We'll meet soon

Royal's p.o.v

Pamela had the guts to play a Markinson. She hadn't realised who I was and what I was capable of doing yet. What she needed was a reminder.

I didn't know why I hadn't thought to look at those designs before that day. Maybe because I trusted her. I'd been a fool.

Not only did I display the worst possible designs in the entire world and got humiliated for it, I had lost some of my biggest partnerships. None of them were responding to my calls so I decided I'd let the heat die down and reach out to them later with my own original designs.

I was a genius, there was no way they would turn me down.

I planned to sell Pamela's company to a friend of mine. That was only the beginning of what I was going to do to her and it was all going according to plan until my lawyer called me at five fucking am in the morning.

"Max, it better be good" I said, half asleep.

"Uh…it's quite bad Royal" He said and I immediately frowned.

"What is?" I inquired.

"The company, it doesn't belong to yo