Grayson tapped the tablet screen, ending the video call before any of the Board Members could speak another word. He tossed the device onto a nearby table as if it were a dirty toy, completely unbothered by the corporate chaos he had just caused.
"Boring," Grayson declared flatly. "Human business can wait. My wife's comfort cannot."
By nine o'clock the following morning, the quiet rhythm of the Ashford estate was completely shattered by Mrs. Baker.
She had returned.
The estate's veteran head housekeeper and head butler had spent two weeks on a sunny island vacation granted by Grayson himself. She was one of the very few humans on earth who was completely immune to Grayson's terrifying dark aura. To the rest of the world, Grayson Ashford was an ancient, dangerous demon prince wrapped in billions of dollars. To Mrs. Baker, he was simply a dramatic boy who needed to be reminded to eat his vegetables and stop leaving expensive things in the hallway.
