YALA’s POV
Everyone in the room stared at me with curiosity, still recovering from the fright they'd just experienced. They certainly weren't expecting a woman to barge into their meeting, a meeting where important businessmen had gathered to discuss.
However, my eyes are fixed on the man seated at the head of the table, positioned as if he were king of the castle. And he certainly is, believing that everyone around him is his subject, free to be spoken to and treated however he pleases.
That's Charles's way. His suit is perfectly tailored, his hair combed back, his posture impeccable. Even though I've invaded his territory, he's the only one whose eyes remained unreadable. He simply stared at me with his brow furrowed. But I'm certain that inside, he's fuming that I have interrupte
