“Did you forget I drove here? No, thank you,” he responded and gestured at the valet.
Richard moved closer to him, tone lowered as if his voice could reach the house.
“This family has lost enough face today. Get in the car. We need to talk. The valet can send your car after.”
“No, not interested,” Adrian responded just as the valet emerged.
Adrian took a step forward but was held back by Richard's iron grip.
For a man of his age, his strength was something.
Adrian soon realised it was fuelled with desperation as Richard whispered, “The general is watching. We've embarrassed ourselves enough. I've already lost business today. Without his support, we’re finished. You still carry this surname. The stigma will follow you, too.”
Adrian was not bothered. What made him relent was the despe
