"My apologies," Taylor addressed the group with a composed and serene demeanor.
"Melissa has a delicate constitution.
The journey has taken its toll on her." Every word was a lie, yet no one could challenge it.
"Not a problem, not a problem," Mr. Bernardo chuckled good-naturedly.
"Health comes first." Mrs. Bernardo nodded in agreement with a smile.
"President Taylor," Harrison turned to Taylor and spoke up.
"The charity gala is about to begin.
Why hasn't President Luther arrived yet?"
"I'm not entirely sure," Taylor met Harrison's gaze directly, his tone as composed and gentle as ever.
"Mr. Harrison seems particularly interested in Sinclair?"
With just two simple sentences, he effortlessly turned the tables.
A flicker of unease flashed through Harrison's eyes, but it vanished the moment Bernardo's father and the others glanced his way.
"Of course," Harrison curled his lips into a smile, exhaling calmly as he replied.
