"Rent a luxury apartment in this city immediately. We are not returning to New York today," Leo commanded. His voice was low, yet it carried a crushing weight of authority.
Martin hesitated for a moment. "But sir, your schedule for today is packed. There is an important meeting with the board of directors and also..."
"Cancel all my appointments! Every single one of them, without exception!" Leo cut him off, his tone rising. He had no intention of handing Celine over to his father tonight. At least not while his head was still boiling with a searing rage.
Martin nodded obediently, realizing his master was on the verge of a dangerous explosion. Leo leaned back, his body tense, closing his eyes to stifle the wild racing of his heart. Beside him, Celine's soft weeping served as a constant reminder that he had just struck the war drums against his father to keep something he claimed as his own.
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