Julian set his glass down, his long, narrow eyes cutting toward the man who’d just spoken.
His lips pressed into a hard line—then his hand slid down and found Violet’s, fingers closing around hers.
Henri didn’t notice the sudden tension that swept the table; he was too busy lifting his drink and laughing to himself.
Antoine snapped his fingers sharply. “Hey. Watch your mouth. One wrong word from you and you’ll screw up a deal worth millions.”
Henri turned back lazily, unfazed. “Relax. Just saying she looked familiar, that’s all.”
They spoke in French, the words quick and smooth.
“Familiar?” Antoine arched a brow. “Don’t start your usual crap. She’s someone else’s date. You’re old enough to be her father.”
Henri smirked. “Oh? Sugar daddy kind of father, maybe?”
Julian’s eyes went co
