Hannah's face fell, the enthusiasm draining from her features. She looked from Jordan to Adrian, clearly taken aback by the intensity of their rejection.

"Why not?" Hannah asked, trying to keep her voice steady, though it wavered slightly.

Jordan sighed, a hint of frustration creeping into his tone. "Hannah, this dinner is meant to be a private conversation between myself and Adrian. I told you."

“But Lopez is here at the table…” Hannah protested.

“As my wife,” Adrian snapped.

Still tense, he added in a very sarcastic tone, "It's not personal, ma’am. We just need to discuss some things without any distractions. It’s a family matter."

“So, I’m not family?”...