Third Person's POV
Mortimer stared at his dead phone screen. The sharp dial tone sounded like a slap to the face.
Seraphina was actually protecting that man—protecting him so fiercely she wouldn't even let Mortimer say a single word against him.
In her world, the "husband" on the contract was officially worth less than a stray in the street.
The irony was a bitter pill.
Mortimer hurled the phone onto the sofa and buried his head in his hands.
A few minutes later, the device buzzed again. It was Tade.
"Alpha, we have the results. The cause of Rolf's crash has been confirmed. I've sent the full report to your private server."
Mortimer pulled up the email.
As he scrolled through the attachments, his expression didn't just harden; it turned to stone. His eyes glowed with a lethal, arc
