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The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1586

Because Donovan wasn't sure whether Alaric was genuinely angry or just throwing a fit.

Who actually enjoys arguing?

If that wasn't sarcasm, then what was it?

Great, Hertha's snide remarks earlier had definitely offended Alaric.

"Mr. Falconer, actually..." Donovan began, trying to apologize and fix the mess Hertha had made.

Alaric was losing patience: "Didn't you hear what I just said?"

Donovan was taken aback by Alaric's sharp glare and stammered, "Yes, yes, I'll head back to my office right away..."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Donovan turned to leave.

"Hey, is there a meeting going on here? How come I wasn't invited?"

Just as Donovan took a few steps, a towering man walked in, followed by another man.

The newcomer was Reginald, a burly man with a full beard, dressed in a sharp navy suit, exuding a rugged and slightly rogue charm.

And trailing behind him was Callum, tall, slender, with an air of refined grace.

Donovan froze, panic-stricken, and blurted out, "Mr. Whitman, pleasure, pleasure to have you at our company. May I ask what brings Mr. Whitman to our humble abode today?"

Despite Donovan's outward veneer of warmth, politeness, and composure, inside, he was a mess.

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