Chapter 155. This Was Going to Be a Problem

Freya POV

Oh my God.

Things just got a whole lot more interesting.

Lincoln stepped aside and bowed respectfully.

An old man and another man stepped into view, moving with slow, deliberate steps. Five hefty bodyguards trailed silently behind them like shadows, their sharp eyes scanning the room.

The old man had sharp white hair, perfectly styled, and leaned on a sleek black cane. Even from a distance, power dripped off him like expensive cologne. There was this dangerous aura around him — cold, commanding, the kind that made the air feel heavier. This had to be Alaric Varkar. Ryder’s grandfather. The resemblance was obvious. They both carried that same dark aura, and shared similar sharp facial features.

The other man with him looked to be in his late 50s. He had a clear resemblance to Lincoln, so I assumed he was his dad.

I glanced at Ryder, waiting for some kind of reaction. Anything.

His expression stayed perfectly blank, almo