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

man with a full beard, dressed in a sharp navy suit, exuding a rugged and

him was Callum, tall,

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

already set him

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Group's crown prince making an appearance, Donovan felt utterly out of

that jewelry design from last time, our company didn't say 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

Hertha and Thalassa

glances, realizing they'd been unexpectedly

gaze shifted to

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