Nathan stood frozen in place, watching Lance’s retreating back.
He’s using the divorce to save his company’s stock. That heartless bastard.
If Lance was abandoning Jessica, the situation was far more serious than he had imagined. The question of whether to tell George loomed larger than ever. He decided he had to. Their friendship depended on it.
He drove immediately to the George estate, a sprawling compound of traditional architecture, with elegant pavilions and lush, layered gardens. He had barely stepped into the courtyard when Bryan intercepted him.
“Bryan, my man,” Nathan said with a forced smile. “Just here to check on George. See how he’s holding up.”
He tried to sidle past, but two large bodyguards blocked his path. When he tried to push through, they each grabbed an arm and lifted him off the ground.
“Mr. White, my apologies for the discourtesy,” Bryan said calmly.
“Put me down!” Nathan yelped.
The bodyguards didn’t move until Bryan gave them a slight nod. Once his feet were back on solid ground, Nathan tried again. “Look, Bryan, I just want to see my friend. I miss the guy.”
“He’s not well enough for visitors.”
“That’s perfect!” Nathan said, puffing out his chest. “I’m a doctor! I can check on him, maybe even treat him.”
Arthur’s gaze was sharp and unforgiving. Nathan’s voice trailed off. “Mr. George, please, just tell me what you want.”
“Sit,” Arthur commanded.
Nathan sat. “Why must you be as foolish as George?” Arthur asked. “They were ‘in the process of divorcing.’ That means they were not divorced. They were, and are, legally married. George’s actions are indefensible.”
Nathan bit his lip.
“And let’s say, for the sake of argument, that they do divorce,” Arthur went on. “Do you really think George can be with her? Do you have any idea what the board of directors and the shareholders would do to him?”

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