Harrison's POV

"I heard from my grandfather that you took Kayla to my family a few days ago. Why didn't you let me know in advance?"

Peter's voice preceded his figure as he entered my study, moving faster than his shadow.

I looked up, watching Peter, dressed in a refined and elegant suit, stride into my room. Clearly, he had rushed over from some social event immediately upon receiving my call.

"Did you happen to run into that b.astard Donald? He didn't do anything out of line, did he?"

At the mention of Donald, Peter's face still wore that contemptuous expression, as if merely uttering the name had tainted his...