(Owen’s POV)
Next morning, the warm sunlight filtered through the large windows of dad’s study as I entered. Dad seated behind his mahogany desk, looked up and gestured for me to sit.
“I have an important matter to discuss” He began, his tone calm but firm. I sat, crossing one leg over the other.
“What is it, dad?”
“There’s a business party tonight hosted by Mr. Cavendish. It’s crucial that someone from our family represents us” He said, his eyes steady on me.
“I assume you’re attending then” I replied, my tone neutral. He shook his head.
“I can’t. I have a prior commitment that I cannot postpone,” I raised a brow.
“You’ll attend on my behalf” He said smoothly. I stiffened slightly, but nodded.
“Fine. I’ll make the necessary arrangements” He leaned back in his chair, a faint sm
