"You owe me," Victor said.
"I owe you nothing."
He smiled coldly.
"Your father did."
Silence filled the room.
"He took everything," Victor continued.
"And when I fought back…"
His jaw tightened.
"I lost someone."
My stomach dropped.
"Who?"
Victor hesitated.
Then said quietly:
"My wife."
The words hit differently.
Not business.
Not money.
Loss.
Real loss.
"She died during the stress of everything collapsing."
His voice was calm.
But his eyes weren't.
"And you think ruining my life fixes that?"
"No," he said.
"But it balances the scale."
Then suddenly Daniel spoke.
"Victor… you're still being used."
Victor froze.
Used?