The shrill ring of the telephone cut through the tense silence of the Moreau mansion. Lachlan Moreau strode to his study, unaware that this call would shatter the carefully constructed facade of his perfect family.
"Lachlan Moreau speaking," he answered, his voice commanding as always.
"Mr. Moreau, this is Roman Sinclair, executive assistant to Percival Covington." The crisp, professional voice on the other end held an edge of steel. "I'm calling regarding some disturbing claims made by your daughter Orla about my employer."
Lachlan's spine stiffened. "What claims?"
"She informed her fiancé that Mr. Covington planned to harm Lyra Moreau. I want to make it absolutely clear that Mr. Covington has never threatened her safety."
The study door creaked open. Orla stood there, face pale as she realized what was happening.
