CHAPTER 46

Asher descended the carved staircase, his steps steady yet hurried. The aroma of fresh coffee greeted his senses, but that wasn't what was on his mind at the moment. Before heading to the office, there was something important he needed to address.

In the dining room, Wilson, the loyal butler and right-hand man of his late father, was preparing breakfast, assisting the other servants. His hair, slightly graying, added a wise aura to his calm face. Seeing Asher approach, Wilson paused his activities and greeted Asher with a warm smile.

"Asher, good morning. Have you had breakfast?" Wilson asked in a gentle yet attentive tone.

Asher shook his head, his eyes reflecting concern. "Morning, Wilson. There's something I need to talk about. For some reason, I haven't felt at ease lately. I want to arrange for some security. I have a feeling something isn't right."

Wilson furrowed his brow, his expression turning serious. "I understand, Asher. Security is always a priority. I suggest Joseph as y