Chapter seven

CARLTON

"Carlton, come to my study," Father called out as he left the room. I followed him, closing the door softly behind me.

"Have a seat," he said, motioning to the chair beside him.

"I'm fine, Dad. My fiancée is waiting, and you know how your wife can get," I replied calmly.

"It won't take long," he insisted, already settled in his seat. I took a deep breath and sat down.

"After you're officially married, you'll have your right to become my heir. I don't need to know why you changed your mind or what happened between you and your brother. Just remember, our company was built on peace and trust, not on blood. If I pass it on to either of you, I don't want any blood stains on it."

He adjusted his glasses, eyeing me with a hint of concern. I clasped my hands together, "You have my word," I promised, eager to move past the conversation about Alexander.

As he dismissed me with a wave of his hand, I rose from my seat and made my way out of the room. But just as I stepped into the hall