During the evening at the Pandora household, Rowan had a heated debate with Marcus and Liora.
"I'm only here to give Kian and Lila some advice before they start their new journey," Rowan said evenly, his hands on the table. "That's all. I want to help them."
Marcus sneered.
"Help them? Or manipulate them? What, are you planning to drag them down with Genova's mess?" He crossed his arms, his voice dripping with disdain. "They don't need your so-called help. Their talent got them scouted by a famous agency. They're going to be celebrities, Rowan. They've got no time to waste on someone like you."
Rowan's eyes flicked to Liora, who sat in the corner, her hands clasped loosely in her lap. She hadn't said a word since the argument started, her expression distant and drained.
Rowan's voice softened as he addressed her.
"Do you still think like that, Madam Liora? After everything?"
