CONRAD
She looked at me, her eyes wide, before relaxing her expression. Her dark hair brushed her shoulders as she turned.
“My father will be arriving this evening," I stared, my gaze steady on hers. “He wants to speak with you urgently. Be prepared by then." I watched, trying to see her expression, but her face remained composed.
She nodded. "Okay,” she said, her voice low.
I turned from her, retreating upstairs to my quiet study. When I entered and shut the door, I settled into my large leather armchair, exhaustion wearing in. Aiden had come to pick up the investment documents I had finalised with his father.
When he left my study, I had followed behind him and seen the way he addressed Amelia. The chill in his voice when he spoke to her and his suspicious chuckle echoed in my head
