“You betrayed me,” Alexander muttered, his voice gaining a sudden, desperate edge.

“You took everything.”

“I took what was offered,” Julian said, taking another step forward.

The umbrella cast a deep shadow over his eyes.

“And now, you are going back inside.”

Two men in dark suits stepped out from behind the black sedan.

Their hands were folded in front of them, their faces blank.

Victoria stepped forward, her silk dress clinging to her frame in the damp air.

“No, he isn’t,” Victoria said.

Julian turned his cold gaze toward her.

“Careful, Victoria,” Julian said.

“Your father is still waiting for the press release.”

“Let them go, Julian,” Victoria said.

She reached into her coat and pulled out a small, silver key fob.

“If you don’t, I will call the network myself.”

“I will tell them exactly what is happening in this private wing.”

“I will tell them about the drugs you used to keep him quiet.”

Julian’s smile faded slightly.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at his fiancée.

“You would ruin your father’s campaign for a ghost?” Julian asked.