“What about your daughter?” Terrence asked, his gaze fixed squarely on Mr. Nicanor, sharp and unyielding.

“Allysa just came back from the States,” the older man replied calmly, “and she wants to work at MHI as well.”

Wow.

So this old man was really trying to offer his daughter to my husband now?

I raised an eyebrow but held my tongue, forcing myself to remain silent.

“She can apply. No one’s stopping her,” Terrence replied evenly, though the tension in his jaw was ...