The mansion’s air felt too heavy, too full of fake politeness. William walked into the Hamilton estate with his head high, the kind of calm that made guards stand straighter.
Gregory Hamilton sat behind a glass desk when he entered, dressed in a black suit that screamed wealth and control. Devon sat on the left, jaw clenched, his eyes sharp with the same anger that had followed him since the slap.
“Mr. Hudson,” Gregory said with a slow smile. “I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”
William didn’t sit. “You sent for me.”
Gregory gestured to the chair opposite him. “Please. Sit. We have much to discuss.”
William sat down, his posture relaxed but unyielding.
Gregory studied him like a puzzle. “You’ve become a trending name in the city. Slapping my son was a bold move.”
“I don’t regret it,
