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?"

as Donovan took a few steps, a towering man

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

Callum, tall, slender, with an

ask what brings Mr. Whitman to

already set

YOUR

EPIOPLAY

crown prince making an appearance, Donovan

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 were deciding. That's not playing fair," Reginald said, his intimidating gaze locking

Hertha and Thalassa's doing. They found the client, I just...

just thrown Hertha and Thalassa under

Thalassa exchanged shocked glances, realizing they'd

gaze shifted to

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