“Ambrose Holdings?”
Elena nodded.
“Do you know him?”
“I know of him.”
Matthew turned toward the rain-streaked window. For the first time that evening, his expression suggested that Elena’s escape had become more than an unexpected interruption.
Ambrose Holdings had recently attempted to acquire a valuable commercial property owned by one of Matthew’s subsidiaries. The negotiations had been aggressive, but something about the company’s financial records had troubled his legal team. Several transactions could not be explained, and the company’s executives had refused to provide satisfactory answers.
Now the daughter of a prominent family was telling him that her stepmother had attempted to trade her to the same man.
Matthew did not believe in coincidences when money and powerful people were involved.
The SUV rammed their rear bumper.
Elena screamed.
“Hold on!” the driver shouted.
The black sedan shot beneath an abandoned railway bridge. The driver took a narrow turn between two warehouse buildings, forcing the SUV to slow down.
