A guard hastened to Vincent's side, urgency etched across his features as he leaned in to deliver the important news.
"Sir, Mr. Clyde just left Mr. Ryley's room. It seems that he is going to confront Mr. Mervyn for the incident and hold him accountable."
The guard's words had not been an exaggeration.
Like an impending storm, Clyde surged through the chilling silence.
His once-worried gaze now bore the weight of an impending tempest as he stormed into Mervyn's room, catching the latter off guard and jolting him from his seat.
"Get out!" The Alpha's growl, delivered in a low, menacing tone, echoed through the room.
The servants, who had been attempting to assist and calm Mervyn, hastily withdrew, leaving the space to the brewing confrontation between the two.
In the charged atmosphere, Clyde silently drew in a deep breath before taking deliberate steps closer to Mervyn.
