NINA'S POV

My heart dropped the moment I saw who was standing at the office door.

One hand was tucked inside the pocket of his tailored trousers while the other rested casually by his side. His expression remained unreadable, but those sharp hazel eyes were fixed on me.

Had he been standing there all this time?

Had he heard everything I said?

He walked toward me, his expensive leather shoes echoing softly against the quiet office floor before stopping beside my desk. "You said I'm no different from my parents."

His voice was calm, deep, almost emotionless. "Have you met them before?"

My heart skipped a beat. I couldn't let...