BLAISE’S POV
The lobby of Golden Royal goes quiet the second Jack and I step in. Conversations stop, heads turn, and every eye is suddenly on us.
I’m used to the attention, whispers, and the stories people invent about me. I’ve heard all versions, even the ones so ridiculous they almost sound entertaining.
But there’s one thing they actually got right: I don’t touch anything my family owns. Not the hotels, the insurance companies or anything my father built in this city. I stay far away from all of it.
So yeah… that’s probably why they’re staring at me like I’ve suddenly grown a second head.
As I stop in front of the reception desk, the couple standing there quickly shifts aside, both of them stealing glances at me like they can’t help themselves.
The receptionist, Sarah, according t
