Because Donovan wasn't sure whether Alaric was genuinely angry or just throwing a fit.

Who actually enjoys arguing?

If that wasn't sarcasm, then what was it?

Great, Hertha's snide remarks earlier had definitely offended Alaric.

"Mr. Falconer, actually..." Donovan began, trying to apologize and fix the mess Hertha had made.

Alaric was losing patience: "Didn't you hear what I just said?"

Donovan was taken aback by Alaric's sharp glare and stammered, "Yes, yes, I'll head back to my office right away..."

the sweat from his forehead, Donovan turned to

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a towering man walked in,

beard, dressed in a sharp navy

was Callum, tall,

at our company. May I ask what brings Mr. Whitman to our humble abode today?" Despite

had already set

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now, with the Reed Group's crown prince making an appearance, Donovan felt utterly out

last time, our company didn't say we weren't interested, just that we needed time to think. But you went ahead and sold the design to someone else while

he stammered, "Well, Mr. Whitman, that was all Hertha and Thalassa's

had just thrown Hertha and Thalassa under

Thalassa exchanged shocked glances, realizing

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