Chapter 122

• "A pleasure to meet you," the Russian muttered quietly, her nerves on edge, and they intensified a thousandfold when she saw those penetrating eyes, now dark and cold, staring at her. That gaze was full of rejection, hatred, disgust, and she didn't know why, but sensing that hurt her, especially when he ignored her so deliberately.
• "This woman will NEVER be anything to me," he said with contempt, not taking his eyes off her. "I want to talk to you, Carson," the young man demanded and quickly passed by both of them, heading furiously to the study. Carson didn't hesitate for a second to follow him, as one of his favorite pastimes was to provoke his eldest son and he wasn't going to miss this opportunity to do so.
• Meanwhile, Roshene was truly nervous, humiliated, and disgusted by the newcomer's attitude, so much so that she forgot the good impression she had caused and all she could think of was that he was as despicable as his father.