Without another glance at Harold, I turned on my heel and left, heading back to my place, just as he wanted. But to my surprise, Anton was already there, waiting for me.
He stood tall and imposing, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. His presence felt as unmovable as a mountain.
I walked up to him. "Brother," I greeted him quietly.
His gaze swept over me, not in any intentional way, but it made me feel as if he could see right through me.
"I found your hotel check-in record and asked Harold to bring you back. Did he act foolishly again?"
"I thought, now that he’s 30, he might have grown better than before. Clearly, I was wrong. I'll handle it. Ashley won’t be a problem anymore."
I didn’t thank him, my discomfort only deepening. I wrapped my arms around myself, said nothing more, and nodded, brushing past him as I walked inside.
The Gray family was full of men who made promises they never kept. And Harold—he refused to let go of Ashley, even if it meant losing everything.
The next day, Anton summoned us all to the Gray family’s Buddhist temple. He sat quietly, fingering the Buddhist beads in his hand, his eyes steady as he opened them.
"Kneel," he commanded Harold.