_Author’s POV_
“The next time you are calling, I hope it’s to discuss the Ravere project,” Zarelle said. “I sincerely hope, Alpha Ashmoor, that you are able to separate the business from the personal. Or I’ll be forced to blacklist your number. And your friend’s number.”
She hung up.
For a fleeting moment, she felt bad about yelling at Calden. His father was the one who committed the offense, after all. But then she was over it.
If she really was Zarelle Stormy, a girl with no background, no money and no power, she’d be crushed like a bug by now.
Merek leaned forward. “You handled that very well, my dear.”
Zarelle shrugged. “It’s easy when you hold all the cards. The Ashmoors have to be nice to me as long as I still have the jade ring.”
Merek stroked his chin. “What’
