The door slams open with enough force to rattle the chandelier above. Zi Yu strides into the dining room, his presence immediately dominating the space. His eyes scan the room coldly before settling on George Moro, who rises nervously from his seat.

"You're late," George begins, but his words die when Zi Yu's sharp gaze cuts him off.

"Shut up," Zi Yu says simply, taking the seat at the head of the table without invitation. His eyes flick dismissively toward Tiffany, George's daughter, who has been presented as his potential bride.

"Disappointing," he murmurs loud enough for everyone to hear. Tiffany flinches, her face turning crimson.

A maid enters quietly to pour champagne, her head bowed respectfully. Zi Yu's attention instantly fixates on her. He leans back in his chair, legs spread in a deliberate display of dominance, his eyes raking over her body with毫不掩饰的欲望.

When she bends to pour his drink, he reaches out suddenly, his fingers brushing against her thigh under her uniform. She freezes, a gasp catching in her throat.

"Later," he whispers in her ear, his voice low and dangerous. "Meet me in the west wing. And don't think about refusing."

Before she can respond, he slips a small key into her pocket, his fingers lingering against her skin. His intense gaze locks with hers, a clear message in his eyes: disobedience will have consequences.

George tries to resume conversation, but Zi Yu ignores him completely, his focus remaining on the flustered maid as she hurries from the room.