Meanwhile, Zane remained rooted to the spot, dragging a hand through his hair as he tried to steady his breath—cool the storm clawing inside him. His skin prickled with unease, clammy with sweat, and for a brief moment, he thought of refreshing himself quickly.
He'd barely taken a step when Damien spoke.
"Boss, there's something I need to tell you."
"Go ahead," Zane replied flatly.
"What happened between Ms Selina and Maura… was a misunderstanding. The incident at the estate."
Zane's brows drew together, confusion sharpening his glare. "What misunderstanding? Selina refused to share her food with Maura when Maura politely asked. What else is there?"
Damien shook his head. "It didn't happen like that. I got a call from the housekeeper—she kept pleading that you shouldn't hurt Ms Selina, because she did nothing wrong. She was only maintaining her dignity."
"Dignity of mistreating others?" Zane scoffed.
