Serena's POV
I turned around with a smile, standing to greet him. "Ryan, you're here! Let me introduce you—this is Lance Draven, the designer Mr. West brought in for the collaboration. We've been discussing some fascinating design concepts."
"Lance really knows his stuff," I added, trying to keep things professional and light.
Ryan's gaze swept over Lance again, his expression remaining deliberately neutral. The temperature in the room practically dropped another five degrees.
"Hello," he said simply, voice clipped.
Lance, clearly sensing Ryan's intimidating aura, stood up and offered a polite smile. "So you're Mr. Blackwood? It's a pleasure to meet you."
Ryan gave him a curt nod before turning to me. "It's getting late. We should head home for dinner."
I glanced bet
