He didn’t rush to speak. He simply stood there.
The oppressive aura of someone long accustomed to a position of power didn’t need to be deliberately released; it was enough to make people fall silent on their own.
His gaze swept lightly across the room.
Bertie was the first to react.
He immediately put on a wide smile, strode forward, and extended his right hand.
“Mr. Callahan, I didn’t expect you to come—when the waiter led me here just now, I was still wondering. I didn’t realize it was really you who arranged for our reunion to be held here. Thank you so much.”
His tone was fawning, his manner overly warm, as if he and the other man were close friends.
Rhett didn’t even slow his steps.
His eyes paused on Bertie’s face for a brief moment.
It was an extremely distant, entirely un
