Chapter 357

Nathaniel crossed his arms. Be what exactly? Blinded by passion? Or completely irrational?

Both.

Naturally, Dominic kept that thought to himself.

Nathaniel saw right through him and smirked. Yet I can't help feeling the truly blinded one here isn't me, but someone else entirely.

Before Dominic could reply, Nathaniel continued, Besides, Frederick's favorite protégé was never me. You're giving me far too much credit, Mr. Fairchild.

Dominic hadn't expected Nathaniel to remain so indifferent even after mentioning Frederick.

But Nathaniel had no patience for games. If this bothers you so much, feel free to terminate our contract.

Of course, you'll need to compensate The Grandeur for all resulting losses.

Dominic thought he'd approached this conversation with perfect professionalism.

Yet Nathaniel had been hostile from the start, and now threatened to sever ties over a simple discussion. It was absurd.

Dominic pressed his lips together. Mr. Graves, let's not be hasty—

Nathaniel's gaze turned glacial. I'm completely serious.

Dominic froze.

Those piercing eyes held no warmth, only steely determination. Dominic realized with sudden clarity that Nathaniel meant every word.

All this over a few words in Victoria's defense? Was it really worth destroying their partnership?

The more resolute Nathaniel became, the more childish Dominic's interference seemed.

He wanted to argue further, but Nathaniel had already dismissed him.

Rising abruptly, Nathaniel said coldly, Since business isn't your priority today, I won't detain you. Victoria, please escort him out.

Mr. Graves!

Nathaniel's smile didn't reach his eyes. How touching, Mr. Fairchild. Does Alexander know how... invested you are in his girlfriend's wellbeing?

Dominic stiffened. His voice dropped. Ms. Kensington and I have a professional relationship. She genuinely wants to resolve this conflict. I merely attempted to mediate.

Is that so?

Since Dominic denied any personal involvement, Nathaniel lost interest. I'm done discussing this. Leave.

Mr. Graves!

Victoria, now.

Nathaniel's tone brooked no argument.

Realizing further discussion was futile, Dominic gave Nathaniel one last searching look before turning away.

Outside The Grandeur's gleaming towers, Dominic spotted Victoria waiting nearby. He hesitated.

She looked up. Finished your meeting already, Mr. Fairchild?

He nodded stiffly. I spoke with Mr. Graves. He knows you're here... but has no intention of seeing you. Perhaps you should go home.

Victoria shook her head. This matters too much. I'll wait.

Her stubbornness sparked unexpected sympathy in Dominic.

But he held no sway over Nathaniel.

Then it struck him—Frederick. Surely he wouldn't condone such behavior?

Dominic and Victoria shared nothing beyond professional courtesy. However much he pitied her, he had no right to interfere.

All he could say was, I'll take my leave then. Good day.

Victoria offered a tight smile.

As Dominic walked away, he paused by his car, then pulled out his phone to call Theodore.

Hours later, Theodore returned his call. What is it?

Dominic hesitated. It's nothing urgent... but Nathaniel's success may have gone to his head. His recent actions have become increasingly reckless...