CHAPTER 82THE MAN WHO HATED BEING DISTURBEDAron stood before the dressing room mirror, his tall frame rigid and imposing, his jaw clenched beneath a gaze as cold and unyielding as black stone.The sleeve of his shirt was stained with wine spilled by one of the guests earlier that evening.For Aron Loghan, appearance was never a trivial matter. He was meticulous, disciplined, and almost obsessive about perfection. Anything out of place, anything careless, anything dirty, irritated him beyond measure.A soft but professional voice came from outside the door.“Mr. Loghan, your spare clothes.”“Leave them there.”His voice was firm, leaving no room for discussion.Chatrine placed the suit neatly on the leather chair beside the entrance. She knew her employer well. Aron disliked interruptions, especially when it came to his privacy.Her footsteps slowly faded away. The door closed.Silence returned.Aron looked at his reflection in the mirror. His expression remained calm, cold, and focu
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