Katarina gently placed the folder on the table in front of her husband, the morning sun casting a soft glow over the garden where Nakago sat reading through reports from their clan’s representatives across the globe.
Nakago lifted his gaze from the documents, his sharp eyes meeting Katarina’s. His expression betrayed nothing, but she knew him well enough to read the subtle shift in his demeanor.
“He signed it,” he said, his tone flat, more a statement than a question.
“Did you perhaps hope he wouldn’t?” Katarina asked softly as she took the empty chair beside him, her movements graceful and unhurried.
Nakago leaned back slightly, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest of his chair. “Haoran is a man consumed by his need for control. Signing this contract puts him at a clear dis
