Justin leaned back with maddening ease, one hand casually slipping into his pocket while the other adjusted his expensive cufflinks. His voice carried with smug satisfaction as he looked at Alec with a twisted smirk.
“Relax, son,” he said mockingly, his words sharp and condescending. “Let your old man speak. Say whatever you want, insult me all you like, burn in your hatred… but it won’t change the truth.”
Alec’s jaw clenched visibly. Every muscle in his body tensed, like a predator being provoked past its limit.
Justin turned his gaze from Benny to Alec again, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “Whether you like it or not, I am your father. God himself wrote your name under mine in the book of destiny. And you know what? I’m actually enjoying this… this little twisted relationship
