Alexander's POV
The driver hesitated, clearly confused. "Sir? We're almost home..."
"I said stop," I repeated, my tone leaving no room for argument.
The SUV pulled smoothly to the curb, engine still humming. Carefully, I lifted Thea's small body from my lap and placed her gently on the leather seat.
"Alpha Alexander," Jeremy began cautiously, "are you going after that woman now?"
Jeremy, ever observant after five years as my assistant, immediately understood what I was planning.
I remained silent, my decision already made.
"This video conference is crucial," Jeremy continued. "You've already delayed it by several hours, and the other parties aren't happy. If you miss it entirely..."
He trailed off, I understood the implications.
After a moment's consideration,
