Mason’s pov The moment Helena asked that question, the room became very quiet.Too quiet.The kind of silence that isn’t empty but heavy.Every person in that room was watching me. Helena Blackthorne stood near the window with her calm expression, but her eyes were sharp. She wasn’t just asking a question.She was studying me.Adrian Ardent leaned back slightly in his chair, his fingers resting together as if he already knew what answer he expected.Voss remained still, his gaze steady and unreadable.And beside me was Letty. I could feel her eyes on me, it was not demanding or desperate but searching.Trying to understand what this moment meant. The truth was that I already understood what Helena was doing.This wasn’t a philosophical question.This was strategy.If I said power, then I would be predictable. Ambitious men always chose power. That meant I could be guided, pressured, manipulated.If I said family, then I would be seen as vulnerable. A man who could be controlled throu
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