The moment Zac arrived from France, he didn’t bother stopping by his home or office. Instead, he headed straight to his grandfather’s mansion. The old man had been relentless, sending message after message, each one more urgent than the last. Zac could already guess why. His grandfather must have seen the headlines, heard the rumors swirling around. Of course, he would want an explanation.
When Zac stepped into the mansion, the air felt heavy, almost suffocating. The grand living room, with its dark wooden furniture and gold-accented decor, carried an oppressive weight.
Taking a seat on the soft leather couch, he found himself face-to-face with the man who had built their empire. His grandfather’s sharp gaze cut through the silence, the kind of look that made Zac feel like a teenager ca
