"If I choose to take this personally," Sinclair said, his thin lips curling into a slow, deliberate smile as he locked eyes with Andrea, whose face had turned ashen.
"What exactly do you plan to do about it, Mr. Andrea?"
Was this man seizing the moment to escalate things?
Andrea clenched his jaw and turned to glare at Easton, who remained unfazed, quietly sipping his coffee with his head slightly bowed.
Damn old fox!
The silent message from Easton was clear. Andrea's hands, resting on his knees, tightened into fists before loosening again, his eyes simmering with barely contained fury.
But Kiara's attention wasn't on Andrea's reaction—it was fixed on the way Sinclair had so fiercely defended Camilla.
When would Nolan ever stand up for her like that?
Her gaze drifted unconsciously towards Nolan a pang of longing twisting in her chest.
The other women in the room shared the same thought at that moment.
