Because Donovan wasn't sure whether Alaric was genuinely angry or just throwing a fit.

Who actually enjoys arguing?

If that wasn't sarcasm, then what was it?

Great, Hertha's snide remarks earlier had definitely offended Alaric.

"Mr. Falconer, actually..." Donovan began, trying to apologize and fix the mess Hertha had made.

Alaric was losing patience: "Didn't you hear what I just said?"

Donovan was taken aback by Alaric's sharp glare and stammered, "Yes, yes, I'll head back to my office right away..."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Donovan turned to leave.

"Hey, is there a meeting going on here? How come I wasn't invited?"

a few steps, a towering man walked in, followed

was Reginald, a burly man with a full beard, dressed in a sharp navy

behind him was Callum, tall, slender, with

out, "Mr. Whitman, pleasure, pleasure to have you at our company. May I ask what brings Mr. Whitman to our humble abode today?" Despite Donovan's outward veneer of warmth, politeness, and composure, inside, he was

had already set him

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with the Reed Group's crown prince making an appearance, Donovan felt utterly out of his

we weren't interested, just that we needed time to think. But you went ahead and sold the design to someone else while we

"Well, Mr. Whitman, that was all Hertha and Thalassa's doing. They

and Thalassa under the

Thalassa exchanged shocked glances, realizing

menacing gaze

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