Daniel truly was a patient man.
Life had made sure of that.
Business had refined it.
And love, if that was what this thing with Amelia was becoming, was testing it in ways he had never expected.
Patience wasn’t weakness.
People often confused the two.
They mistook calmness for softness.
Silence for passivity.
But Daniel had learned long ago that patience was often the sharpest weapon.
Because the person who waited carefully usually saw more.
Understood more.
Won more.
And right now.
Patience was exactly what he needed.
Because despite not knowing exactly what Alexander’s plan was for the gala, Daniel knew enough.
Enough to recognize intention.
Enough to see strategy.
Enough to understand that men like Alexander did not host events like this without a second purpose hiding
