Grant's footsteps were steady and powerful, his leather shoes clicking sharply against the auditorium's marble floor. Wherever he walked, students instinctively stood up, and even the board of trustees rushed forward with flattering smiles, only to be stopped dead in their tracks by a single, chilling glance from him.
He walked straight over to Harper, his gaze landing first on the faint red handprint on her cheek before sweeping over the unhealed scrape on her knee. His expression turned as cold as ice.
"Who did this?" he asked, his voice low but carrying the heavy, suffocating pressure of a man who had held absolute power for years.
Harper shook her head. "Dad, it's nothing."
"Nothing?" Grant repeated. He lifted his eyes to look at a pale-faced Camilla on the stage. "Stealing my daug
