Chapter 257

CALLUM'S POV

I had been sitting in the back of the SUV on my way to meet Vincent Prescott to put the final, suffocating nail in Mercer Enterprises’ coffin when my phone vibrated in my palm. It was a single text from Desmond.

Older Mercer just walked into Miss Lydia’s office.

My blood turned to pure ice. "Turn the car around, Gideon. It seems Cassian's father wants to die today,” I growled, my voic