Torin slammed his fist on the desk, his voice filled with frustration. "This company was running just fine, but your wife turned it into a disaster. Everyone’s talking about how you’ve been cheated on and that Zavier is acting like he owns the place. If this keeps up, my family might just pull out our shares."
I leaned back, unfazed. "I can handle it. Get back to work."
Torin hesitated, then sighed. "If you're feeling down, let’s go out for a drink."
"Why should I punish myself with alcohol? I did nothing wrong. Relax, brother. I’ve got this under control. Besides, I already spoke with your dad on my way back."
Torin studied me for a moment before nodding. As he reached the door, he suddenly turned back. "By the way, Sylvie just got back from abroad. I still think you’d make a great brother-in-law."
I didn’t bother responding and went back to work.
By the time I finished my tasks, the sky had darkened. I had my driver take me home.
The moment I stepped inside, the rich aroma of food filled the air.
From the kitchen, Hyacinth’s cheerful voice rang out. "Honey? You’re home? I made all your favorite dishes. Go wash your hands."
I let out a slow, mocking chuckle.