CHAPTER 207.

Peterson trailed behind his son, curiosity etched on his face, the cool morning air giving way to the long corridor that led to the outer part of the building. Kendrick’s gaze was fixed ahead, and he gestured angrily toward Knaver, who was pacing back and forth by his car, hands planted firmly on her waists.

“Look who you reserved as a wife for me,” Kendrick snapped, his voice laced with irritation.

Peterson chuckled, shaking his head. “...Son, these are some of the realities you’ll face as a man. It’s not all about work; sometimes you need to take a moment and give them your attention,” he said playfully.

Kendrick’s frustration boiled over. “what do you mean by that, Dad?… I was too calm to have my guards toss her aside so I could get past.” He breathed heavily, the tension radiating off him like heat from a flame.

Knaver had chased after him, desperate to stop him before he hurried out.

She had been hoping to convince him to join her for a family visit, a simple request that K