Chapter 75

This was probably the first time Dalton Vasquez had ever stood his ground like this while working for Alex. He was dead worried that something might have happened to Madeleine... Clinton's face was dark as thunder, his smile cold and mocking. "Wow, must be serious for Assistant Vasquez to get this riled up. You care about her that much, huh?" "Spare me," Dalton brushed past the person blocking him and sat up straight. "I need to see the old man." "The old man's not gonna see you. Until the gala's over tonight, I suggest you stay put in the car," Clinton said as he straightened his jacket and prepared to get out. "You're not afraid Mr. Simpson finds out?" Dalton stared at him. "The whole thing was the old man's idea. I'm just playing along. Tell me, Dalton, what do you think Alex can really do to his own grandpa?" Clinton smirked and stepped out of the car. Dalton knew full well—all the people blocking his way were Old Mr. Simpson's men. Clinton? No way did he have the guts or power to