The divorce talk was already underway—and apparently this was the whole point of the emergency meeting. The big, urgent, can't-wait-another-minute thing that had Cassiopeia's father yanking her away from whatever she was doing with that boy.
Though, her being summoned had a second, far juicier reason nobody at this mahogany-laden table was ready to unpack over lukewarm water.
Then the woman had introduced herself.
Rune Natsuki.
Heiress of Natsuki International Firm. And it was not just a top law firm but, The very top.
The firm other firms hired when they needed to win cases they had zero business winning and governments consulted when they'd rather not admit they were scared.
And legacy families treated it like a live grenade with a velvet pin—handle with extreme care, lest it erase you from existence using nothing but a well-placed subpoena and the patience of a stone statue.
