Austin Barron’s brows furrowed in irritation. “I don’t usually interact with him; why would he come to see me?”
His voice wasn’t loud, but Liesel, standing nearby, heard it clearly.
“Mr. Barron, should we let him in?” asked the bodyguard, awaiting instructions.
Austin reluctantly nodded. “Let him in.”
In a few moments, Joel Schott entered the room under the guidance of the bodyguard. The chandelier's glow cast a cold, beautiful light across his features.
“I don’t recall us having an appointment, Mr. Schott. Perhaps you’re in the wrong place.”
Austin turned a cold gaze to the bodyguard who had relayed the message.
“I was under the impression Mr. Barron senior was hosting tonight—not you,” Joel replied, his tone calm yet carrying an unmistakable indifference toward Austin.
“Didn’t yo
