His brows knitted together, a deep, ominous frown carving into his features.
Lucian was entirely unaware that his silent displeasure was radiating outward like an arctic gale.
The guests standing nearest to him subconsciously stepped back, their laughter dying in their throats as the air around the President plummeted to freezing temperatures.
Senior Mrs. Colburn noticed the shift immediately.
Sensing the dangerous aura rolling off her son, she gently tapped his arm with her fan, offering a smooth smile to the frozen guests.
"Lucian, you look as though you're about to sentence someone to death," she murmured under her breath, signaling a waiter to bring over a fresh tray.
"Have a drink to cool your temper. I know how much you despise these loud, meaningless banquets. You've always preferred the quiet."
She glanced over at Brianna, a calculating glint flashing in her eyes. This woman had no intention of letting their marriage stabilize.
