Jax had been wondering for a while now why his complicated relationship with Astrid had been going so unusually well without any family drama.
He had always found it extremely weird that her ridiculously rich aristocrat father had not played the role of the typical evil villain trying to ruin his life.
But seeing Claude standing alone in the shadows of the corridor made everything click into place.
The man had simply been patiently waiting for the ideal moment to confront him without any outside interference.
Jax met his eyes and started with a smirk and confidence. "So here we are at the grand beginning of your threats and rich noble humiliation. But let me stop you right there, because trying to break my spirit is a complete waste of your breath."
