LAYLA'S POV
"Charles Watson," Marco repeated the name, tasting it like spoiled milk.
He looked at me in surprise. "Isn't that your father? Owner of Watson Holdings?"
"Point of correction," I said flatly. "Adopted father. And that relationship ended months ago."
Marco chuckled, a dark sound that held no real humour. He turned back to Henry, his surprised expression changing to a mix of disgust and dark amusement. "How did you get involved with someone like Charles Watson?"
"It was his idea!" Henry exclaimed, clearly losing his cool. He was sweating heavily now, the expensive fabric of his suit darkening under his arms and at the collar. "He set up the shell companies! He said we could hide it in the books! He has the access codes to the offshore accounts for the twenty million!"
