The tension in Christian’s grand study was palpable, thick enough to suffocate. Zeth stood near the entrance, refusing to sit, his posture rigid and his eyes narrowed as he looked between Casel and Christian. There was no shouting, no dramatic outburst, just a cold, calculating malice that radiated from him.
"I believe you have something that belongs to me, Casel," Zeth said, his tone deceptively conversational, though his eyes flashed with anger. "Bringing my son to the residence of a business rival without my explicit consent violates our current marital arrangements."
Casel stood her ground, her spine perfectly straight. "There is no arrangement that forbids Leo from being with me, Zeth. And Christian is not a rival; he is a partner in the new development project. Something you would
