"An invite?" Idris asked, pausing mid-step.
Mr. Cole nodded before extending the envelope he had received earlier. "It's from the Davies."
Idris had expected the invite. But he had assumed it would be delivered to the office.
His gaze slowly narrowed at the elegantly embellished envelope before taking it in hand.
Catrin also stepped forward, curiosity flickering in her eyes —until she caught the main highlight of the event. Her expression immediately hardened. "This …"
"They have found the next person to take over the leadership position in the company. The heir of the legacy," Idris said quietly, confirming what she had just read.
Even though she had seen it printed clearly on the invite, hearing Idris repeat it made the reality sting more.
Her gaze turned icy as she tasted venom on the tip of her tongue. "The position of President is not a joke in any company. Do you think she is doing this right?"
