[EVE]
Meanwhile, Damien was pacing a few feet away, murmuring into his phone like he was organizing an assassination.
Every few seconds, he'd glance—no, glare—at Victor like he was already planning how to fit him into a duffel bag.
Father wasn't helping either. He stood beside Damien, whispering things in his ear like a mob boss giving instructions to his favorite hitman. And judging from the way both of them kept stealing glances at Victor, I was pretty sure they weren't planning a welcome party.
Nope. Definitely not a party.
Now I was totally convinced they were plotting something. Against Victor. My poor, innocent, butler, Victor who couldn't even kill a spider without moral conflict.
Suddenly, I was scared for his life. Like legit scared. I started eyeing the exits, wondering how fast I could smuggle Victor out if things went south.
