Harold stormed into my office, his face flushed with anger.
“Don’t test my patience, Clark. So stop this,” he snapped, his tone sharp and accusatory.
I met his fury with a cold, unyielding gaze. How long could he maintain this rage?
Had he forgotten my earlier warning not to pursue the marriage between our two families? Their defiance in the face of my threats left me feeling incredulous. What was the purpose of his anger now?
“Why? Can you actually do something?” I replied, my voice equally icy. “Because if you can’t, you’re free to leave.”
“What are you up to, and why are you making such a fuss? What does this have to do with your niece marrying Angelo?” he demanded, confusion mingling with his hostility.
“Oh! Isn’t it clear to you yet? Weren’t you the one who told Mr. Hernandez to
