Chapter 33

Kamal Al-Farsi stood at the head of the long conference table, his gaze sweeping over the gathered family members like a cold wind. The air in the room was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the underlying stench of desperation. He turned his attention toward Layla Al-Farsi, his eyes narrowing into slits. "Layla, tomorrow you will go to Mansour Corporation," Kamal stated, his voice ringing with a firm, uncompromising authority. "You are to negotiate the business deal for the shopping...