The front door of the manor closed behind him with a soft thud.
Dorian stood in the dark hallway, the silence pressing against his ears. The house was quiet. The servants had retired. Only the faint hum of the refrigerator broke the stillness.
He had not expected to be home this early. The gala had been a waste of time. The photograph from Wesley Wynn had been the final push. He had left before the auction even started.
He loosened his tie. The satin was cool against his fingers.
He walked toward the stairs.
A sound came from the living room. Soft footsteps and then the rustle of fabric.
He turned around and Veyra was standing in the doorway.
She looked tired. Her hair was slightly disheveled. Her dress was the same one she had worn earlier. Her gloved hands hung at her sides.
She blinked when she saw him.
"You’re home early," she said.
"So are you."
She shrugged. "The meeting ended. I came back."
Dorian studied her face. There was nothing in her expression to suggest anything unusual. No guilt. No nervousness. Just the quiet exhaustion of a long day.
He wanted to ask her about the meeting. About Xavier Lala. About the photograph.
He did not.
"Goodnight," he said.
He walked past her and climbed the stairs.
The study was dark.
Dorian did not turn on the light. He walked to the window and stood there, staring out at the dark garden. The moon was hidden behind clouds. The trees were still.
He pulled out his phone. He scrolled to Leon Wei’s number.
"Come to the study," he said. "Now."
He hung up.
He did not sit. He stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back, waiting.
A few minutes later, the door opened.
Leon Wei stepped inside. His face was calm and very professional.
"Sir. You wanted to see me?"
Dorian turned. His eyes were cold.
"Tell me about Veyra’s day."
Leon’s expression did not change. He had expected this question.
"She went to Bordeaux. For a business meeting. A partnership discussion."
"With whom?"
"A man named Xavier Lala."
Dorian’s jaw tightened. "I know who he is."
Leon nodded. "The meeting went well. She chose him as her partner."
Dorian was silent for a moment.
"What else?"
"Before the meeting, she encountered Caspian Thorne and Xiomara. There was an incident on the second floor. Xiomara shoved a janitor and Ma’am Veyra intervened."
Dorian’s eyes narrowed.
"A janitor?"


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