A $50 Million Great-Uncle

"Mr. Lawson," Arthur began, his voice stripped of its former arrogance. "Please. I understand there has been a terrible misunderstanding between you and my son. But Belmont Enterprises has spent months surveying the expansion lots for Zenith Motors. We are prepared to offer highly favorable terms—"

"The expansion is cancelled," Jude interrupted, setting his coffee cup down. 

Arthur's breath hitched. "Cancelled? Sir, please, if you just review the—"

"I have no intention of partnering with Belmont Enterprises," Jude said, his gaze shifting to Trent, who was staring at the floor. "Your son made it abundantly clear that my presence was an eyesore. I wouldn't want to tarnish your prestigious family image with my business. Victoria, have security escort them off my property."

"Immediately," Victoria said, tapping an icon on her tablet. 

Arthur tried to plead again, but the heavy boardroom doors swung open, and two burly security guards stepped inside.