His face darkened, he kicked the door hard, then stormed off. The door slammed against the wall with a deafening crash.
Meanwhile, in the CEO’s office of the Strykers Corporation, the door opened.
The assistant placed the wedding proposal in front of Brooks.
“Sir, the company drafted a few wedding plans for your review.”
Behind the desk, the man in a tailored suit exuded sharp authority. His cold eyes scanned the assistant, slender fingers tapping lightly on the desk.
“What did the lawyer say?”
“Ma’am Sydney has already divorced Preston, sir.”
A faint smile tugged at Brooks’s lips. “Announce it publicly—I’m getting married.”
After five long years of waiting, Sydney was finally coming back to him.
All of New York was abuzz, everyone desperate to know the identity of the mysterious bride of the Strykers’ heir.
Even Preston had heard the news.
Savannah called Preston’s name again and again. “Preston? Preston?”
But he didn’t respond. She curled her lip in annoyance.
“Are you thinking about Sydney? You’ve been with her these past few days. Have you fallen for her? Don’t forget she forced me to go abroad, stole you from me, and even tried to burn me!”