His tone was ice-cold, and he radiated a chilling aura.
This wasn't like his earlier anger. This was a direct confrontation between two men, and the prize was Kelsey.
But when it came to his own child, this anger had real, solid weight behind it.
"Rhett," Norman demanded, his voice tight. "Where did you take Neil?"
Rhett still had that infuriatingly calm and composed look. His eyes, narrowed dangerously, slid from Norman to Kelsey, who was standing protectively by his side. "Your ex-wife said that?" he drawled. "The waiter took him. What does that have to do with me? You should be asking the waiter."
After he spoke, his gaze shifted to the manager standing nearby.
The manager immediately lowered his head, refusing to look at anyone.
That single gesture told Norman everything he needed to know. "President Clark, is this how you bully people? By involving a child?"
A restaurant like this probably had business dealings with Rhett. He was likely an investor.
