Just then, Ian stepped into the room, a wide grin on his face as he walked over.
“Hello, buddy,” he said, extending a hand toward Graham. “How are you?”
Graham clasped his hand firmly. “It’s good. I’m doing well,” he replied, his expression composed but guarded.
Ian gave him a quick nod. “How’s your business going? Still running that global investment firm?”
Graham’s lips twitched in a faint smile. “Yes. Expanding into new regions now. It’s been… fruitful.”
“Good to hear.” Ian chuckled. “Wouldn’t expect anything less from a Hunter.”
But even with the casual exchange, I couldn’t shake the unease that hung in the air. Graham’s words were polite, but his presence still felt heavy—almost calculated.
Caleb peeked out again from Liam’s embrace, watching Graham silently. Ian glanced at him
