Lucian pinched the bridge of his nose as he stood near his desk. His head throbbed faintly after a full day of work and the lack of sleep.
"Master, should I invite Doctor Wesley?" Gustav’s voice echoed in the quiet room. "It’s been a week since you’ve slept properly."
Lucian glanced at him but ignored the subject.
"Send word back to Marshal," he said instead. "Tell him we agree with his demands."
Gustav frowned deeply.
"Master, that bastard will keep demanding more and more if we keep playing his game. You already let him off after what he did to our trade a few months back."
"Do you call the shots now, Gustav?"
"..." Gustav lowered his head. "Apologies. I overstepped."
"Let him demand more," Lucian said as he turned on his heel to walk away. "His own greed will gnaw him in the future... and I’ll be there to watch."
With that, Lucian stepped out of the room, fully aware that Gustav wasn’t pleased with how he was handling the Di Carpios.
The marriage was supposed to bring peace between their families. But it was far from that. If anything, in this arrangement, it seemed only the Di Carpios were benefiting.
Walking down the hallway, Lucian checked his wristwatch.
It was already time for dinner.
He expected Ashley and Primo to be in the dining room by now, so he headed straight there to join them. He hadn’t joined them for breakfast or lunch.
Lucian wasn’t always home, but whenever he was, he made sure to share a meal with them. However, the moment he walked into the dining room, the strange atmosphere hit him without warning.
His brows knitted together in confusion as his steps slowed. His eyes studied the dining table.
Ashley and Primo sat in their respective seats.
As usual, Primo sat quietly while his plates were being served.
Ashley, on the other hand... she looked gloomy.
One could practically see dark clouds hovering over her head, thunder rumbling between them.
What happened? Lucian wondered as he sat down.
Then realization struck him, and his lips curved downward.
He had already warned her to stay away from Primo. But what did he expect? Ashley did whatever she wanted and rarely listened to anyone.
His lips were about to part when his gaze drifted to Primo. And then he noticed it.
The slight curl on the boy’s lips.
Primo had just begun eating, deliberately looking away from the death glares coming from the woman across the table, but he couldn’t quite hide the smugness on his face.
"..." Lucian was rendered speechless.
It was the first time he had ever seen Primo look... smug.
He cleared his throat and turned toward Ashley.
"You—"
But before he could continue, she raised her hand, stopping him while keeping her focus entirely on Primo.
Everyone present—Lucian, Nolan, and even the maids standing nearby—furrowed their brows at her sudden gesture.
"Stay out of this, Lu," she muttered under her breath, her eyes glinting. "This is between this guy and me."
The room instantly fell silent. Those around them held their breath.
This crazy woman — did she truly have a death wish?
Everyone quietly glanced at Lucian, waiting to see how he would react. Instead, they only saw him tilt his head slightly.
Meanwhile, Ashley continued staring at Primo.
"Someday, you’ll be crying while groveling at my feet," she warned him fearlessly, even with Lucian sitting right there. "And when that happens, you’ll be calling me master."
Everyone who heard her threaten the little master couldn’t help exchanging looks of disbelief.
Was this really how she spoke to a child?
Nolan frowned, so did several of the maids — even Lucian.
But much to everyone’s surprise, Primo didn’t react the way he usually did. He didn’t shut down, nor did he lower his head.
Instead, Primo nodded.
"This little..." Ashley ground her teeth, feeling the smug arrogance radiating from the boy.
[Good luck.]
Was the young master... indulging her?


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