Ava's POV
For a second, the room went so quiet. Then Dylan let out a low, bitter laugh.
Emma joined him, a soft, disbelieving sound that carried more scorn than amusement.
“This…” Dylan exhaled, shaking his head. “This is just ridiculous.”
His scent changed, edged with restrained anger.
“This is my mom,” he said, gesturing to Emma. “Oliver’s wife. And me?” He let out a dry chuckle. “I’m the very unfortunate son of that stubborn old man. His only son, actually.”
He locked his eyes on Lucas.
“You’re really going to pretend you don’t know me now, Mr. Stone?” he smirked. “I remember us drinking together. You even introduced me to your… interesting little sister. Laura.”
Dylan looked around like he was watching a performance unfold just for him.
“Lucas, Kingsley, Justin, Victor, Reuben
