"Mr. Martin not happy to see me?" Nathaniel smirked, striding over to the sofa, his towering figure imposing.

Flattered, Elias quickly offered him a seat.

Yet Nathaniel just stood there, his gaze dropping to the space between them.

"Mr. Ford, please, have a seat here! And you, make sure we're well taken care of," Elias, seasoned as he was, quickly caught on to Nathaniel's cue.

He had just noticed a stunning woman, and Nathaniel, sharp as ever, had already set his ...