"No, you're just a trust fund fucker."
And then Winn turned his back on him—because that was the ultimate dismissal—and walked away. He signaled to Reese, who stood nearby drinking water and watching the entire encounter.
Reese tossed his empty bottle into a bin and nodded, ready to follow Winn's lead.
Winn slid into his Maybach, the door closing.
Eugene exhaled slowly, raking a hand through his hair as he watched the luxury car glide away.
The construction site bustled behind him—machines humming, workers shouting, dust rising in the heat—but all he could think of was the volcanic temper he'd just witnessed up close.
He had heard about Winn Kane. Everyone in business circles had.
But Eugene had always been the type to give people the benefit of the doubt. He didn't judge based on rumors. He believed in personal experience.
Well…
The man just proved everything being said about him right.
