RAYMOND POV
On my way to Mr. Johnson’s mansion, I pulled out my phone and sent Ava a quick text.
“Off for a business dinner.”
No point expecting a reply.
When I pulled into the driveway, I immediately recognized my father’s car, but the other one was unfamiliar. Probably another guest.
Stepping out, I walked toward the entrance, which led through a long passage before opening up to the main building. One of the ushers spotted me and guided me inside, leading me straight to the dining area.
As soon as I stepped in, my eyes swept the room. Samuel was already there, along with my father—and Desmond, which explained the unknown car outside.
I gave a polite bow before greeting them.
“Sorry for being a little late.” I bowed slightly toward my father before taking my seat.
I didn’t say a
