Alexander's words hung in the air, a thinly veiled threat disguised as a business philosophy. The entire ballroom, a gilded cage of wealth and rivalry, seemed to hold its collective breath, recognising the shift in tone from professional pride to something far more possessive.
His eyes didn't leave Adrian, who stood paralysed between Sebastian and the eager Nolan. Adrian's bruised face, framed by the flattering new shirt and Sebastian's proprietary stance, was a visual affront to Alexander's ownership.
Sebastian, recognising the challenge, raised his champagne glass to Adrian in a mocking toast, pulling Adrian slightly closer to his side.
Alexander's jaw tightened. He wasn't going to allow this public performance to continue.
