‘Sign and Get Out, Beggar.’ They Humiliated Her in the Divorce—Then 3 Black Luxury Cars Arrived and the Room Went Silent. – Part 2

The once-prestigious lobby felt like a funeral home.

Employees whispered.

Some packed boxes.

Others avoided eye contact.

Ryan entered his father’s office cautiously.

Arthur stood by the window.

For the first time in Ryan’s life, the old man looked… small.

“You lied to me,” Arthur said without turning around.

Ryan swallowed.

“Dad—”

Arthur spun around.

“You said the marriage was stable.”

Ryan said nothing.

Arthur’s voice grew colder.

“You said the Reyes family had no idea what was happening.”

Ryan rubbed his face.

“I didn’t think they did.”

Arthur laughed bitterly.

“You didn’t think.”

Ryan sat down heavily.

“What are we going to do?”

Arthur stared at him.

“Do you know how much debt this company carries?”

Ryan shook his head.

Arthur answered flatly.

“Four hundred and eighty million dollars.”