Page 88 of King of Pride

A furious growl rumbled from Ivan’s chest.

“Zoe Bishop!”

His voice cut through the room as he glared at her, his jaw clenched so tightly that a muscle ticked along his cheek.

“I’ve tolerated enough from you. First, you slapped me, and now you’ve gone and set my cars on fire?” His eyes narrowed dangerously. “Do you really think you can keep getting away with this shit just because Rose happens to care about you?”

Zoe merely rolled her eyes, looking completely unimpressed.

She didn't even bother answering him.

Ivan’s expression darkened further.

“Your brother certainly won’t be proud of you when he finds out you’ve been committing crimes. And don’t think you’re going to walk away from this as easily as you seem to think.”

“We we blah blah blah…”

Blaire immediately began mimicking him in an exaggerated voice, waving her hand dismissively before turning to Zoe.

“Why the fuck does he talk so much?” she complained. “That girly voice of his is giving me a headache.”

Zoe couldn't help it. A snicker escaped her.

That was enough to send Ivan’s temper over the edge.

His head snapped toward Blaire, his eyes narrowing as he looked her up and down.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Blaire blinked at him innocently for a second before pointing at herself and then Zoe, a mischievous smile spreading across her face.

“Charlie’s Angels.”

She leaned back in her chair, completely unbothered by his glare.

“Now fuck off before the third girl shows up and kicks your ass.”

Ivan stared at her in disbelief, his anger practically radiating from him.

Before he could fire back, his phone suddenly rang.

He clenched his teeth, pulled it from his pocket, and stepped away from them to answer.

“Mr. Carrington, we just received another piece of bad news.”

Ivan’s expression tightened.

“What now?”

“Several of our major deals that were nearly finalized have been canceled.”

His brows pulled together.

“They canceled?”

“Yes, sir. Several of them. The clients aren't giving us much explanation.”

“How the fuck is that possible?” Ivan demanded, his voice sharp with disbelief.