GIFT'S POV
"They are in the car. We’re just waiting for the right time to bring them in, ma’am," Thomas reported, his voice low but certain.
I gave him a small nod of approval. "Good job, Thomas."
He hesitated, shifting slightly on his feet. I caught it immediately. "What is it?"
"Should I deal with Miss Gloria for trying to make you fall?" he asked, his tone sharp, edged with unspoken fury.
A laugh almost bubbled up in my throat. My men were attentive—too attentive sometimes. They knew better than to stir up unnecessary chaos, especially when it concerned Alexander’s family.
"No need," I dismissed with a smirk. "The woman is already dying with old age."
Thomas let out a deep chuckle before giving a respectful nod and walking away.
I had made it clear that I hated being followed ev
