_Author’s POV_
Just as she was about to say something, Arnold turned to her. “Come on, Zarelle! Let’s go eat!”
“Miss Feymere and I have business to discuss,” William cut in coldly. “It was rude of you to barge in like that, and even more so when you interrupted a meeting in progress.”
He gestured to the man standing behind Arnold. “Alan, take the young master away. Make sure he doesn’t get in trouble or try to run away again.”
The man, likely a bodyguard, bowed slightly. “Yes, boss.”
“But I don’t want to leave!” Arnold yelled. “I want to have lunch with Zarelle!”
“Here’s a life lesson for you, young boy,” William said in a monotone. “You can’t always get what you want.”
Zarelle winced at the harsh tone of the father. She was a grown-up now, but she couldn’t imagine h
