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?"

few steps, a towering man walked in, followed

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

trailing behind him was Callum, tall, slender, with an air

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

unpredictable behavior had already set him

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the Reed Group's crown prince making an appearance, Donovan felt

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

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

and Thalassa under the bus

and Thalassa exchanged shocked glances, realizing

gaze shifted to

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