The doors to the office burst open, and in walked a woman so beautiful she seemed to embody the very definition of perfection. Blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her ocean-blue eyes sparkled with faint flecks of pink, mesmerizing everyone in the room. She didn't hesitate. "Are you the boy's mother?" she demanded.
The injured boy's mother scoffed and retorted, "Yes, and you should teach your son some manners! Fighting at school? What kind of example is that?"
Aphrodite's expression darkened, her divine presence flaring up. "How dare—"
"Enough," Chase interrupted calmly, his tone a stark contrast to the smoldering look in his eyes. "Let's come to an agreement," he said, his voice steady but his gaze sharp.
