CHAPTER 37 — A FATHER'S DECLARATION OF WAR
The Kane mansion had always been cold, but never in the way it felt now—as if the very walls had drawn in a sharp breath, waiting for the first strike in a battle already brewing beneath the surface.
Elena stood behind Adrian, his hand locked around hers like an anchor in a storm. But the storm had a name—Alexander Kane. Adrian's father. A man whose presence could silence an entire boardroom, end careers with a glance, and destroy reputations with a single phone call.
His eyes were fixed on Elena with a kind of calculated interest, the kind a hawk gave to a rabbit seconds before the kill.
Adrian's voice sliced through the tension.
"You need to leave."
His father smiled—a chilling, patronizing smile that said he was already ten steps ahead.
"You will not dismiss me in my own estate," Alexander Kane said calmly. "I built this house. I built this empire. You merely inherited it."
