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?"

took a few steps, a

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

him was Callum, tall, slender, with an air

at our company. May I ask what brings Mr. Whitman to our humble abode today?"

behavior had already

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

needed time to think. But you went ahead and sold the design to someone else while we

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

just thrown Hertha and

Thalassa exchanged shocked glances, realizing they'd

menacing gaze shifted

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