Anton's glare shut him down instantly.
"No buts. Just do as I say."
His tone left no room for argument.
Bruce's fists tightened, his nails digging into his palms.
His entire body was tense. Frustrated. Humiliated.
He had wanted to deny Max entry.
Wanted to make a statement.
But Anton's reaction had shattered any chance of that.
Still clenching his jaw, Bruce turned his gaze toward Aurelia.
She stood in the distance, completely engrossed in discussion with King Magnar, Envoy Lucas, and Palace Master Hugh.
Not even sparing them a glance.
Bruce's frustration grew.
Why wasn't she stopping this?
Did she not care? Or was she choosing to ignore it?
His eyes burned with irritation.
But he had no choice.
With an audible exhale, he stepped aside.
A sign of reluctant acceptance.
And Max?
He just smiled.
Smug. Amused.
And finally, he walked past Bruce.
"Well, that was easy."
His voice carried a playful edge. Too casual. Too confident.
It made Bruce's blood boil.
