"Cut the crap, brother. We all want to know why you called this dinner. No one is interested in the food. Just tell us why we're here," Lucas said sarcastically, leaning back in his chair.
Raymond calmly placed his cutlery down before lifting his gaze to meet Lucas's.
"Unlike you, I have the decency not to talk nonsense while eating. Unfortunately, I can't say the same for you."
Lucas's eyes darkened instantly.
"You think you can order everyone around and say whatever you want just because you're sitting at the head of the table?" he sneered. "Tell me, did you kill Grandfather to get that seat? Or did you bribe him with lies about me?"
His gaze drifted toward the chair Raymond occupied, the seat that symbolized power within the Black family.
A cold smirk spread across Raymond's face.
"You know the difference between me and you, Lucas?"
The room grew silent.
