Even with Edmund's sudden appearance, the Twinster didn't tense up at all. Their relationship clearly went beyond simple "professionalism" or mere subordination.
The Leopard, especially, didn't even flinch even when he was so possessive when he brought up Crimson Diablo. It was as if he'd anticipated this exact situation.
'What a weird guy…'
With practiced ease, he shrugged off his black suit jacket and loosened his red tie, draping both over the sofa's armrest.
"How's your day, Young Master?"
Adrian asked casually, breaking the thick silence that had settled over the room. Lucien stared at them, baffled by how relaxed they all seemed in such an indecent moment.
Edmund took a seat on the opposite couch, poured himself a glass of whisky, and took a slow sip. His eyes never left the omega.
"Good," he replied evenly. "Why don't you continue?"
"Great," Silas chimed in with a grin.
