ARMANDS POV
Gregory's jaw clenched as he glared at me, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and defiance. I met his stare without flinching, knowing I had to stand my ground. "Listen up, Gregory," I said, my voice steady and firm. "From now on, you need to get it through your thick skull that Eli is not your property. You need to keep your hands off Eli and Milan. If not, I will be more than ready to expose your little secret to Utah about your other son."
He let out a manic chuckle, the sound grating against my ears. "You think you can scare me? You are just bluffing," he sneered, leaning back against the kitchen counter, a smug grin plastered across his face.
I shook my head slowly, the corner of my mouth twitching upward. "I've never bluffed in my life, Gregory."
His smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "Well, I'm ready to expose you as a criminal," he said, his voice low and taunting, "a thief who stole money in Comoros."
