Chapter Forty-Three
*The Proposition*
Aurora Lax’s town car slid to a quiet stop in front of an old, dignified French restaurant. It was a place for discreet conversations, all dark wood and soft leather. As her driver opened the door, her private phone buzzed. It was her secretary at the family holding company.
She listened, her expression not changing as the secretary relayed the events of the explosive board meeting—Xami’s dramatic entrance, Axel’s exposure, the successful deflection of the coup.
“I see,” Aurora said, her voice like dry leaves. “Thank you for the update.” She ended the call and stepped out of the car. A small, satisfied glint was the only sign of her thoughts. Her grandson had handled it. The stronger wolf had won. For now.
Leonor Louis was already waiting at a sec
