Seeing my calm demeanor, Kate suddenly seemed rattled, as if something she had tightly held onto had slipped away.
The door to the room burst open.
Vincent entered with members of the event committee.
Standing by, they watched me with cold, dispassionate eyes.
"Have you made up your mind? Will you sign the papers?"
Their tone was a mix of cold authority and intimidation.
I threw the pen at their faces.
They threatened me, saying I couldn't afford to cross the young master of the Moore family and I was merely a disgraced agent.
They even forced my hand, pressing it down to leave a fingerprint.
Inside, I scoffed at their arrogance, seeing them as fools.
But I had to thank them for making me realize how crucial power really was.
Just then, the door flew open again, and an imposing elderly man entered, flanked by a group of sharply dressed individuals.
Rebecca followed behind them, her face grave.
The old man's voice was commanding. "Who here acknowledges that he is the young master of the Moore family?"
As I recognized the newcomer, tears welled up in my eyes.
