章 837: Chapter 830 - Last Breakfast

Just as he approached the threshold, a guard intercepted him, bringing him to an abrupt halt.

"Sir, Mr. Clyde has explicitly ordered us to grant him and Mr. Yves some privacy," the guard reported urgently, the weight of the Alpha's command evident in his tone.

A displeased click resonated as Greg stepped back, the sliding door closing with an ominous finality. 

His sharp gaze meticulously swept over the environment surrounding the long table, puzzling over how Clyde could maintain an air of calm and indifference in Yves' presence.

Yet beneath the veneer of calm, an electric charge of tension surged between the Alpha and the blond.

"How does it taste?" Yves inquired, his tone a deceptive blend of softness. A contrived smile accompanied the words. "You like it?"

Clyde's response was curt, delivered with a casual indifference that belied the storm beneath.