Chapter 1406
"Dn, Dad said if our little sister is still kickin'', the whole Sanders family stockpile''s gonna be hers.
Everything else might fall our way, but that''s it."
Over the years, Dn had been the one running the Sanders Corporation, and the stock had been
climbing like a rocket. His rep in the North American business circles was pretty much neck and neck
with Ian''s over in Greenfield.
He''d poured blood, sweat, and tears into thepany. What would happen if he wound up with zilch in
the end?
Luckily, Dn''s head was on straight about this.
He just grunted a "Hmm."
Beck went on with the instructions, "Starting now, no one but me and my crew gets to visit Dad. Dn,
could you give Mom a heads-up?"
Dn nodded again, giving another "Hmm."
After nting his guys at the hospital, Beck drove out to the no-man''snd of North America.
It was a bit of a haul from downtown – a three-hour drive.
Only when he donned his mask and stepped inside did he grasp just how dark and bloodthirsty this
ce was.
He''d been here once before, hearing tales of families battling for control. On his rite of passage as a
grown man, he''d sneaked in and discovered an underground fight club that was a whole other world
from what was above.
It was a ma for thugs and ruffians, a cesspool of vice. But weirdly, make a big enough mess here,
and you''d vanish from here the next day.
The fight club ran the joint. Any shootout, and they''d be the first to clean house.
Beyond that, the club stayed out of it. Personal beefs were exactly that – personal.
So, the well-bred rarely ventured here. Step inside, and you were marked as shady. Whatever
happened, it was on you – no one else.
Inside, Beck spotted her immediately – the dame in the red slip dress.
Nydia held a fan, the kind from olden days, but clearly not for cooling off. She leaned against a wall,
coy smile ying behind the fan, watching as gamblers lost their shirts.
She knew Beck. Her eyebrows lifted when their eyes met.
He walked past the crowd to stand by her side.
"Where''s Ian?"
Nydia gave him the once-over, then spun on her heel.
"Follow me."
Up on the seventh floor, Ian was doingps in the pool, while Maja sat poolside, her pale legs dipped in
the water.
Ian''s scars had healed up nicely. Just this morning, ready to gobble someone up, Maja had dragged
him here instead, under the pretense of "exercise."
Feeling a bit threatened – wondering if a few days of weakness had him looking less appealing – he''d
already swum severalps, his body steaming.
A knock on the door. Nydia''s voice.
"Ian, Beck''s here."
Beck?
Ian wiped water from his face and rose from the pool, draping a robe over his shoulders.
Why was Beck here?
He nced at Maja, still by the pool. "Wannae?"
Maja, cradling aptop – recently on the hunt for that address Eric gave – snapped it shut, slipped on
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her shoes, and moved to his side.
Beck waited in the lounge, getting a taste of Ian''s luxury. The floor-to-ceiling windows gave a view of
the giant screens outside.
Each screen showed live feeds of the different floors. Even perched on the seventh, Ian could keep
tabs on the rest of the ce.
The view was stunning, especially with a dash of blue sky above, light cascading down in a shimmering
trail.
As Beck was getting lost in the scene, Ian breezed in.
"Got something for me?"
Beck didn''t waste time with pleasantries, taking a seat.
"My dad sent you to dig up dirt on the lost Sanders daughter, right? Got anything? And what''s the deal
with Phelps?"
Ian suddenly remembered warning Augus about Phelps, but back then, there was no hard evidence.
And Augus, having had Phelps as his personal doc once, trusted the guy a ton.
"My father''s hoping the paternity test Phelps cooked up is bogus. He''s out cold now, but he''s clinging to
the hope his daughter''s alive."
When Beck finished, he nced at Maja.
Maja, elbow on the table, chin in hand, kept tapping away at herptop.