Chapter 52 Battle of Wits

Nicholas Andrieux After my meeting with David, I found myself needing a drink. I swirled the whiskey in my glass, watching the amber liquid catch the dim bar light, but my mind was elsewhere. The conversation had gone better than expected—especially given the fact that my previous construction partner had backed out because of George. It was infuriating, knowing that he was actively interfering with my work, yet pretending to be the perfect son in front of our father. But what surprised me the most was Alicia. David had agreed to partner with me, but not just because of our discussion. No. He had mentioned that Alicia was the one who assured him that working with me was the right choice. And that… didn’t make any sense. Alicia hated me. Alicia. Of all people, Alicia. Why the hell would she help me? I took another sip, trying to make sense of it. She hated me—there was no doubt about that. Our last interaction at the medical center had ended with her glaring at me, crossing he