They hadn’t held much hope for this dinner from the start.
After all, the Sinclair Group’s doors weren’t ones just anyone could walk through.
The family practically controlled half of Northhaven’s economy and was wealthy enough to rival nations.
The heir showing up was already a surprise, and before coming they’d spent a long time planning, settling on what they thought was the perfect proposal.
What they hadn’t planned for was Autumn showing up, looking far too close to Keith for comfort.
The sight sparked an uneasy feeling in his gut.
Keith gave a slight nod in acknowledgment, first pulling out a chair for Autumn before sitting beside her.
He ladled a bowl of soup and set it in front of her. “Have some soup to start.”
Autumn picked up a spoon and quietly began sipping.
Watching Keith’s thoughtfulness toward her, Jasmine’s jaw clenched so tight she thought her teeth might crack.
This was supposed to be her chance to meet him.
Why should Autumn get to swoop in first?
She was just a discarded woman, yet she dared to flirt her way around.
How shameless.
Jasmine was about to stand and warn Keith about Autumn’s character, but Luna caught her arm.
“Jasmine, we’re here to discuss business. Don’t be reckless. If you ruin the deal, I won’t be able to explain it to my brother.”
She didn’t care for Autumn’s pretentious act either, but with Keith there, who would dare offend him?
For now, she chose to hold her tongue—sometimes patience was the smarter play.
She’d wait and see.
It was deliberate, no doubt, yet done so cleanly that no one could call him out on it, even if it left them squirming like a cat on a hot tin roof.
“Is that so?”
Keith’s fingers tapped the table in a slow rhythm. “Then how is it I’ve heard Mr. Carter’s been married for some time now?
“Parading another woman around while still married. Have you considered how the wife might feel?”
At that, Autumn lifted her gaze to him and couldn’t help silently giving him a thumbs-up.
She had to admit that Keith might be a man of few words, but when he decided to put someone in their place, he did it with brutal precision.
Ryan and Grant, knowing the truth, both shifted uncomfortably at Keith’s remark, sneaking glances at Julian.
Julian, however, sat there without a flicker of emotion, lips pressed into a thin line, offering no response.
It had to be said—his composure was something else. Even with the truth laid bare, he remained as unshaken as stone.

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