The private room hummed with an undercurrent of tension as Frank stepped inside. His eyes narrowed at the unexpected gathering of people seated around the long, polished table. The golden decor of the upscale restaurant in Seoul's bustling district didn't soften the hard edge of his mood.
“What’s this about, Dad?” Frank’s voice was sharp, his gaze locking onto his father, Miles Kingston. “You told me we’d be having a private lunch to talk about the company. So, why the entourage?”
Miles gave a tight smile, gesturing to the empty seat opposite him. “Sit down, Frank. We’re here to finalize the details of your engagement to Ruth.”
A flicker of disbelief crossed Frank's face; his jaw clenched, fists curling at his sides as if the heavy air was near to strangling him. He shot a quick glance
