When night fell, the heavy tension that had hung over the estate for days finally dissipated. Matteo and Adrian retreated to their bedroom, falling asleep peacefully in each other's arms, tangled together in a warm, comforting cuddle.
Meanwhile, back at Owen's mansion, his patience was wearing dangerously thin.
Two of Matteo's housemaids had already refused his offers without hesitation, hanging up on him the moment they realized what he wanted.
But Owen wasn't ready to give up.
On his third attempt, he finally found someone willing to listen.
One of the maids inside the estate lowered her voice before speaking into the phone.
"I can get whatever you want into his food," she whispered, her tone tense but laced with greed. "But it's going to cost you."
A slow smirk spread across Owen's face as he leaned back in his chair.
"Name your price," he said. "If you do this properly, you'll never have to work another day in your life."
