Ronald’s ridiculously handsome face was dark as a storm cloud. “Quiet.”
“Yes, Mr. Wright,” Paul shrank back a little, but still couldn’t contain his curiosity. He asked carefully, “Um, Mr. Wright… are you and the missus really done?”
Ronald’s eyes flickered, dark light flashing behind them. His brows tightened—clearly annoyed.
“She wouldn’t let it go unless she made a big scene.”
Paul sighed. “With all due respect, sir… doesn’t seem like the smartest move. Have you seen how many young, handsome guys are hovering around her?”
“Jordan’s younger, knew her before you, closer with her, childhood sweetheart plus literal lifesaver. Guy just needs to make one call and she’d change her mind. And with how soft he talks… tough competition, that one—”
He cut himself off because Ron
