As the recording concluded, the room was thick with tension.
Clyde arched a brow, his voice laced with a challenge, "So, you've lined up your own candidate, haven't you?"
The representative of the Ashbourne Family across from him gave a curt nod. "Indeed. He'll be joining your next training session. All the details are in this envelope."
When the meeting finally drew to a close, Clyde released a deep, frustrated sigh, his grip on the papers loosening until they slipped from his hand and fluttered onto the table.
They were nothing but a source of irritation, and he dismissed them with a wave of his hand.
"This is absolute nonsense…" he muttered under his breath, his tone sharp with annoyance. His gaze flicked to Maximilian. "What about the search? When will you finally bring Ryley back to me?!"
Maximilian's lips tightened before he responded, "We'll inform you the moment we have any updates, Sir."
