#Chapter 226: More Than Money

At Mr. Hatfield Senior’s command, one of the men standing at my side grabbed the tape and ripped it away from my mouth. I winced at the sudden shock of pain. “I want to be able to hear your answer,” Senior said. He wasn’t going to like what I had to say, but I didn’t let that stop me. This man had me kidnapped from my own back patio and dragged to him so he could tell me his sad backstory. I was still in my pajamas! I hadn’t even put on a bra yet. And I was, what? Supposed to sympathize? Get bent. “I appreciate that you built something from nothing,” I said, “But you and Logan are not the same person. You cannot reasonably expect him to have the same wishes and desires as you. He has ambition, certainly, but he also has a desire to help people. To do good. And to love.” “Love,” Senior scoffed. He leaned back in his chair. Tilting his head back, he stared at me down the bridge of his nose. “I’ve seen your marriage certificate. Tell me what love is involved in a quickie Vega