Three days left.
Theo flew out to Toronto to pick up Ruby, even chartering a private jet just to keep things under wraps.
He thought he’d covered his tracks. Turns out, he hadn’t.
The second they stepped out of the airport, they got ambushed by a mob of reporters.
“Mr. Newton, why fly overseas to pick up your ex-girlfriend instead of dealing with your wife’s assault at home? Are you planning a divorce to get back together with your ex?”
“Mr. Newton, did you know Mr. Miller’s hand was broken—by Mr. Miller himself?”
“Mr. Newton, if you’re still married, does this count as cheating all over again?”
Flashes went off nonstop. Microphones shoved in their faces. The noise was overwhelming.
Ruby yanked her hat down, trying to hide from the cameras.
With some help from airport staff, they finally managed to get into their cars—separately.
Theo climbed into the back seat, yanking at his tie, clearly annoyed. “How the hell did the press find out about my trip?”
“I’ve got people looking into it, sir,” Aiden answered from the front, glancing back at Theo. “While you were gone, the Parsons family came looking for Miller. He’s lost the use of one hand—still in the hospital.”
Aiden hesitated, then added, “And...”
Theo shot him a look. “And what?”
Aiden lowered his voice. “The media’s all over you for leaving at a time like this. The board’s old guard—they’ve all been asking for you these past few days.”
Crisis after crisis. No time to catch his breath.
Rumors flew around the company—lose your wife, lose your fortune.

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