“Yes, boss,” James replied with a curt nod, already turning to leave.
Kim stepped forward, her tone respectful but steady. “Madam… monsieur has been calling.”
Dahlia arched a brow, unsurprised. A faint, knowing smile tugged at her lips as she rose gracefully to her feet. “Of course he has.”
Her gaze swept the room with quiet authority before settling on Damien. “Son, where is my room? I’d like to freshen up before dinner. And I need to return your father’s call.”
Then, as if in afterthought—but with deliberate weight—her eyes shifted to Harper. “Along with a few others.”
The room began to scatter after Dahlia’s request. James slipped out, heading downstairs to coordinate with the resort’s kitchen staff about dinner. Lee guided Kim two doors down the hall, ensuring Dahlia’s suite was p
