Third person’s POV
Outside the building, Rowan’s car hadn’t gone far. He was parked just down the street, windows tinted, watching. Only when Houston emerged and slouched away did Rowan allow himself the faintest curve of a smirk, as though satisfied to see the nuisance dismissed.
Meanwhile, across the city, another storm brewed.
Kade knelt again, this time not on the polished stone of Quinn Pack headquarters but on the cold floor of Hayes estate.
“Useless!” Qin Huaimin’s roar shook the hall. “You let Rowan disgrace you publicly? On your knees like a dog? The entire city is laughing!”
Kade bowed his head, playing the role he knew best: the wounded son. “Father, what choice did I have? He humiliated me in front of everyone. He’s always had your favor, always had every advan
