Collins gave a cold laugh, then tore a contract in half and tossed the pieces into the air. "Take this contract and leave."
The shredded paper fluttered down like snowflakes over the stunned father and son.
Collins didn't spare them another glance as he turned toward Rhysand. "I didn't handle this situation well. I apologize for the trouble. I'll make it up to you at dinner tomorrow."
Rhysand gave a nod, and the two of them continued walking away, leaving the McGuire family in shambles.
Master McGuire Sr. was livid. His face turned ashen as he stared at his son. "You've ruined everything! I've spent a year and millions trying to secure this deal, and now it's all gone because of your stupidity!"
Master McGuire Jr., still reeling from the kick, stammered, "But Dad, Hailey told me to come here…"
Meanwhile, Rhysand walked calmly down the hall, though his expression remained icy. "Jorah," he said to the butler, "why is Ariel here?"
