Orion’s POV:
My fists clenched at his nonchalant expression, the urge to pummel his face again growing stronger by the second. I pulled my hand back, fully intending to land another punch, but it was caught mid-air.
"Let’s listen to what he has to say first," Zyon said, stepping beside me, his grip firm and his eyes filled with barely veiled concern. I inhaled through gritted teeth and exhaled slowly, forcing myself to stand down.
My eyes stayed locked on Alexei.
"Why are you here now?" I asked, voice low and simmering with anger. "I doubt you'd show up just to hand over the drive."
Alexei adjusted his glasses with maddening calm, his fingers steady even under my glare. "Let me first introduce myself properly," he said. There was a faint trace of tension in his voice, but his posture
