"President Luther, you're too kind,"
Harrison forced a smile under the collective gaze of the crowd, suppressing the fury simmering in his chest.
Sinclair gave a slight nod before turning his attention to the Orlando couple beside him.
As glasses clinked and toasts were exchanged, the atmosphere regained its veneer of cordiality.
Yet Harrison's expression darkened visibly, his face a mask of icy displeasure.
This was the first time he had ever been publicly humiliated—left hanging with no regard for his dignity.
Juliet studied Sinclair, a flicker of confusion passing through her eyes.
*Does this man hold a grudge against Harrison?*
*But why?*
Nolan, noticing Harrison's souring mood, glanced at Sinclair before allowing a knowing smirk to deepen at the corners of his lips.
*The enemy of my enemy is my friend.*
That principle would always hold true.
The royal family.
