“Young lord!”
The moment the words left his mouth, Gideon Wainright moved as if compelled by instinct, his knees bending as he prepared to kneel.
Matthew reacted instantly.
Both hands shot out, gripping Gideon’s arms and stopping him mid-motion. His voice was calm, steady, and carried an authority that left no room for argument.
“Master Wainright, there’s no one else here. Let’s skip the formalities.”
Gideon nodded heavily, but even so, he remained half-bent, not daring to sit.
Who would have imagined that the undisputed financial titan of the provincial capital—one man whose footstep could shake Centralshire State, a figure feared by entire industries—would behave with such humility before Matthew Powell?
Had Sarah Lacy remained in the room, she wouldn’t have known how to process w
