I pressed down on his hand, giving him a subtle nod before rising to my feet. Without a word, I strode toward Hyacinth and Zavier, stopping right in front of them.

Zavier pointed at me, saying, "What, feeling exposed now? Embarrassed that I called you out?"

Hyacinth’s glare was sharp. "Tobias, do you not trust me?"

Even now, she dared to ask about trust.

"Trust?" I exhaled slowly, loosening my tie as my gaze turned glacial. "That’s irrelevant."

I looked directly at Zavier. "The real issue now is that you need to apologize to Arnold."

"Me?"

Zavier scoffed, tilting his head in amusement. "Apologize to him? Tobias, I’m Hyacinth’s special assistant, and he’s just a client of yours, a mere sales manager. Does he even deserve my apology?"

"I’ll make sure you apologize."

I nodded once as if considering his words. Then, without warning, I grabbed his hair and flung him aside with minimal effort, like tossing out the trash.

Before Zavier could regain his footing, I drove my foot into the back of his knee, forcing him to collapse onto the floor, kneeling before Arnold.

Without hesitation, I grabbed a wine bottle, shattered it against the table, and pressed the jagged edge against his face. My voice was dangerously calm. "This is your last warning. Apologize, or I’ll ruin you."

"Sorry, Mr. Tucker!"

Zavier stammered, his entire body trembling. His fear was so overwhelming that he lost control of himself, and to my utter disgust, he even wet his pants.

Arnold remained silent. He merely stood, adjusted his suit with precision, and cast me a look of admiration. "Mr. Gibson, my offer stands. Call me whenever you’re ready. I’ll leave you to settle your family matters."

With that, he left.

"Ah!"

Hyacinth shrieked and rushed to Zavier’s side, crouching beside him with wide, frantic eyes. Fury burned in her gaze as she glared at me. "Tobias, have you lost your mind? How dare you hit Zavier? Even if you’re jealous, this is too much!"

"Jealous?"

I exhaled slowly, sinking back into my chair. Taking my time, I picked up a silk napkin and wiped my hands, my movements calm, unhurried, completely indifferent.

"You misunderstand, Hyacinth. I’m not jealous. I hit him because he disrespected my client. Every connection I make is valuable, and I protect what’s mine. Nothing more, nothing less."

Even now, I felt nothing. Not a flicker of emotion.

Did I not love Hyacinth?

Of course, not.