CHAPTER 215

Two days had passed since the vibrant celebration, yet Kendrick felt the echoes of that night lingering in the corners of his mind. Seated in his study, he faced his closest friend, Methot, who leaned back in his chair, an easy grin plastered on his face.

The sunlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating the polished oak table between them, where they’d spread out papers detailing their latest business ventures. But today, the conversation veered far from finances.

“You’re really serious about this, then?” Methot asked, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You’re actually going to send Knaver away?”

Kendrick sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not about sending her away, Methot. It’s about clarity. I can’t get wrapped up in what my father wants for me. I need to make my own choices.”

Methot chuckled. “Ah, yes, the classic battle between father and son. But come on, you can’t pretend Knaver isn’t a catch. She’s smart, charming, and well-connected. Your dad would love