Magnus walked into the room, his presence commanded attention. Immediately he entered, his eyes landed on Vinie, he saw how battered and bound he was, with blood staining his torn shirt. He furrowed his brows slightly, then, he looked over in my direction.
I knew what his appearance meant. We had already spoken before this. I had already said to Magnus not to mention the contract. If he did, it would only put Vinie in an even tighter position. I gave him the slightest shake of my head, and he understood.
Magnus turned to the Dowager, then he smirked. “Is this some sort of… disciplinary gathering? The Hawthorne family, disciplining my business partner?” he said.
Everywhere turned silent.
The Dowager’s face then shifted, but I could see it—she was trying to gauge the situation. A woman l
