Married My Ex's Uncle In My Second Time
“What do you mean? What do you know?”
Derek leans back, a smug smile spreading across his face. He glances around the room, ensuring they’re alone. The bar they’re in is private, reserved for the wealthy and powerful, but his paranoia runs deep. Satisfied, he lowers his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.
“Let’s just say,” he begins, his tone dripping with satisfaction, “my father and I have plans in motion. Big plans. Alaric and his precious Drax won’t know what hit them.”