Marcus couldn't help but smile ruefully, wondering if his lack of affection for Violette was so apparent that even his parents could see it.

The following day.

As Marcus fastened his cufflinks, he made his way downstairs at a leisurely pace.

Waylen was already seated at the breakfast table, with a newspaper in his hand. His voice was laden with sarcasm as he read out a headline, " Fowler CEO a visit to Miss Finch..."

Group pays late-night...