Chapter 87

Her secretary dialed David’s extension, and within moments, David found himself summoned to Layla’s office. As he entered, Layla’s expression was stern, a thinly veiled tension hanging in the air.

“David,” Layla began, her voice measured but firm, “I suggest you steer clear of Kean. Your proximity is causing more harm than good. He doesn’t need your influence. You are bad for him.”

David, unfazed, narrowed his eyes. “I’ll do as I please. You should watch your tone, Layla. Know your place. I can make your life and Kean’s life unravel in an instant. You know I can do everything...”

His words hung in the air, and Layla, though composed, felt a pulsating pain in her wrist as David seized it tightly. She winced but maintained her composure, refusing to show weakness.

“David,” she asserted, “this is a warning. Stay away from Kean, or you’ll face consequences you can’t imagine. You’re ruining your son’s life... can’t you just see it? You are the only father that I k