“What are you laughing at?”
Xavier’s voice was calm. Too calm. Vivian Helems threw her head back and laughed anyway, the sound bouncing around the executive office like broken glass.
“You really think you can sit there and interrogate me?” she sneered. “You people are all the same.”
Xavier sat behind his desk. Rylan stood nearby, arms folded, his gaze locked on her every move. Vivian pointed a finger straight at Xavier.
“You need to stop sticking your nose into other people’s business.”
Xavier’s expression never changed. “Reina is not other people’s business.”
Vivian barked another laugh. “Oh, really?”
“She’s my mate.”
“And she’s my daughter.”
The words landed hard. For a second, the room went dead silent. Vivian folded her arms in a display of triumph. “You know nothing about her
