Liora’s PoV
I had thought the worst was over once security dragged Kade out and the crowd scattered, but I should’ve known better. Trouble didn’t vanish that easily.
Mirabel sighed, smoothing the lapels of his jacket like brushing off the chaos itself. “I’ll go handle the damage control,” she murmured, already retreating toward the elevators, ever the efficient heir. But Houston stayed. Of course he did.
He leaned against my office doorframe with that insufferable half-smirk. “That was your ex?” His tone was light, mocking, like the spectacle had been for his amusement. “I have to say, Liora, your taste in men is… questionable. No wonder your grandfather’s trying to upgrade you.”
I closed my laptop with deliberate calm. “Houston, this is neither the time nor the place.” I sai
