He turned to Liam, his voice low and cold.
"You laid a hand on her?"
Liam flinched for a moment when he saw Ronald, but quickly recovered, figuring Ronald wouldn’t actually do anything to him. With a smug tone, he said,
"Mr. Wright, your designer was a bit too nosy. That's why we had a little argument. I did hit her, yeah, and I’ll compensate. Let's move on, alright? No need to blow this out of proportion—we’re business partners, after all."
The project director jumped in quickly, clearly panicked, suddenly rattling off in French like his life depended on it.
"Exactly, Mr. Wright, this is the young master of the Matterna Group, not just anybody, you know? There was a little misunderstanding with your designer, things got physical, and that's on us. We're willing to give up
