Jules pov
"This is like the final nail on the coffin, now Andrian isn't gonna have to put on a front before me." I breathed out as I raked my fingers through my hair, still feeling nervous even though we were no longer standing before Blaze's father.
"At this point, I think you can go ahead and confront him, call him out on his bullshit and ask him what he wants to do with you. This should be for whenever he decides to call you." Blaze explained as he shoved his pnone into his pocket, eyes wandering around for a moment.
We were currently standing away from the arena where the competition was currently taking place. Blaze had been pissed after we exited his father's presence but that didn't seem to be the case any longer.
"Do you think Andrian and your father are working together?" I asked because I was still reeling from the shock of today's encounter.
