Chapter 121 A Disgrace?

• No sooner had Edwin disappeared into the crowd than Lance felt a firm grip on his elbow. He turned to find his father standing beside him, his face a carefully composed mask of civility that barely concealed the fury beneath.
• "A word," George said, his voice low but commanding. Without waiting for a response, he steered Lance away from Tatiana and toward a secluded corridor off the main ballroom.
• The moment they were alone, George's façade crumbled, revealing the rage that had been simmering beneath the surface. His face contorted, eyes narrowing to cold slits as he rounded on his son.