Raynond's pov
When I got to the west wing, Damon was already waiting for me. We sat at a round table, sipping whiskey in silence as we waited for Liam and Roman.
Soon, Liam returned—alone. Roman wasn't with him.
"Roman won't be joining us tonight. His activities are still piled up and might spill into the morning," Liam said as he took off his suit jacket.
I nodded in understanding. He sat down, grabbed the bottle, poured himself a drink, and started drinking immediately.
"Grandfather said I should come back and get married," I muttered lazily.
"To that bitch, Sophia, I presume," Liam responded nonchalantly.
I nodded.
"Is there no way out?" he asked.
I shrugged. "For now, I haven't found one," I sighed. "And he seems to know about Lena."
"How is that possible?" Liam asked, clearly shocked.
I rubbed my hair in frustration. "I don't know."
"But we've been very careful with information concerning Lena," Liam said.
