NovelEnglishBecause 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Hey, is there a meeting going on here? How cI wasn't invited?" Just as Donovan took a few steps, a towering man walked in, followed by another man.
The newcomer was Reginald, a burly man with a full beard, dressed in a sharp navy suit, exuding a rugged and slightly rogue charm.
And trailing behind him was Callum, tall, slender, with an air of refined grace.
Donovan froze, panic-stricken, and blurted 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 a mess.
Alaric's unpredictable behavior had already set him on edge.
NOW PLAY YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES ON EPIOPLAY And now, with the Reed Group's crown prince making an appearance, Donovan felt utterly out of his depth with three heavyweights in the room.
"Donovan, about that jewelry design from last time, our company didn't say we weren't interested, just that we needed tto 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 onto Donovan.
Donovan's knees buckled, and he stammered, "Well, Mr. Whitman, that was all Hertha and Thalassa's doing. They found the client, I just... signed off on it..." Search the FindNøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
Donovan had just thrown Hertha and Thalassa under the bus without warning.
Hertha and Thalassa exchanged shocked glances, realizing they'd been unexpectedly betrayed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmReginald's menacing gaze shifted to Hertha.
Just as Hertha was about to speak, Alaric stepped forward, shielding her with his body, and faced Reginald "The design was purchased by contacting the design firm directly. Mr. Whitman, with your extensive experience in the business world, you should understand that until a deposit is paid, the goods are fair gfor a more committed buyer."
Reginald frowned at Alaric. Though born into a family of culture, Reginald had grown up abroad, mingling with rough crowds in his youth, which lent him an air of menace. His unsmiling gaze was intimidating, enough to cow the faint-hearted.
Donovan, for one, was trembling like a leaf, too scared to make a peep.
As Alaric met Reginald's fierce gaze head-on, the air between them crackled with tension.
Seeing things were about to escalate, Thalassa quickly intervened, positioning herself between Reginald and Alaric to break their standoff. She said to Reginald, "It was my decision, along with Hertha and the manager, to move on to another client because we were led to believe you were no longer interested. If you're looking to place blame, I'll take it." Reginald's gaze softened slightly as he turned to Thalassa, his hostility dialing down a notch, ready to speak.
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