"You have no right to make decisions for her."
A large, well-defined hand rested on the wooden table, the deep voice carrying a tone of tension and authority.
"I demand to see her."
"Impossible."
The man sitting opposite, with an immovable presence like a mountain, revealed a steady charm gifted by years on his handsome face.
"She is now my wife, and naturally, I have the authority to decide whether she stays or leaves. Don't insist on bringing back a 'dead person.' Maintaining the status quo pleases everyone."
Joel Russo's black eyes calmly surveyed, "Pleases everyone?"
Beau Reed nodded, indifferent.
"Who's pleased? Is she satisfied with the status quo, or is this your doing?"
Beau Reed squinted, "Staying as things are is the best choice."
Joel Russo withdrew his hand, slowly standing up from the chair, his expression calm and indifferent, yet exuding an undeniable pressure.
"Do you know her daughter has been searching for her?"
"Naturally."
