Chapter 164

• RICHARD’S POV
• The next morning, my phone buzzed with a text from my father, summoning us to his place. As expected, I was the last to arrive. Jonathan and William were already lounging on the leather couches in the living room, exchanging smirks like they’d just won the lottery. I plastered on a neutral expression, giving them nothing. They’d get no satisfaction from me today.
• “Glad you could join us, Richard,” my father said, his voice cold and clipped as usual. He didn’t bother with pleasantries.