Without a word, Spencer stepped back and turned around, "I do not have time for your nonsense. Where's grandfather? I came to speak to him only."
But Adam's voice stopped him cold. "What's the hurry, Spencer? You're now going to check on your poor, grandfather first? That doesn't look great. Especially not with a video like that floating around."
Spencer paused at the door. His hand was already on the handle, but he didn't turn it. His shoulders were tense, jaw locked. He turned halfway, eyes narrowed.
"I'll deal with Sir Collins when I'm ready. I don't answer to you."
"No, you don't," Adam said, standing up slowly, the mockery fading from his voice. "But you're going to answer to someone soon enough. The lawyer who's holding that confession, the investigator that father hired, maybe even the police. Depends how fast this goes public. I think it should be pretty fast especially since Saira wants to come out soon."
