The humiliation burned in Julian's chest. Every time he blinked, he saw Lucy’s defiant face and the unyielding form of her driver standing in her private room.
Standing quietly in the dim hallway outside, Brian let the memory of Julian's parting sneer wash over him without flinching. He knew exactly what men like Julian thought of a driver holding a steering wheel for a paycheck—disposable help, background noise, a human accessory to be ordered around. Let them keep underestimating him.
Julian couldn't let it slide. If Lucy got away with this, what happened after the wedding? His ego demanded retaliation, but more importantly, the alliance between their multi-billion-dollar empires couldn't afford a crack. He needed Arthur to put out this fire before it consumed his leverage.
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