Aiden Knight's POV
Frank Duke's smile doesn't reach his eyes as he surveys the tension-filled room. His presence has transformed the atmosphere from uncomfortable social drama to something far more dangerous.
"Mr. Duke," I reply evenly. "Not interrupting at all."
Clara stands frozen beside me. Her mother has pressed herself against the far wall, all her earlier arrogance evaporated like morning mist. The jade statue sits between us like evidence of her malicious intent.
Frank's gaze settles on the ornate figure. "Interesting gift. Though the positioning seems... unfortunate."
"A misunderstanding, I'm sure," I say calmly.
Helena Vance finds her voice, though it trembles slightly. "Mr. Duke, this is a private family matter. There's no need for—"
"Private?" Frank interrupts, his tone carrying subtle menace. "When someone attempts to sabotage a business I'm interested in, it becomes my concern."
