Nobody moved.
The man standing at the entrance of the Laurent estate looked impossible.
Older.
Different.
But unmistakable.
The same eyes.
The same presence.
The same expression Damien had seen his entire childhood.
His father.
Alexander Laurent.
The man everyone believed was dead.
The man whose funeral Damien attended.
The man whose empire Damien inherited.
Alive.
Standing in front of him.
Ava looked at Damien.
She had seen him face powerful businessmen.
She had seen him handle threats.
She had seen him lose control only once.
But this...
This broke something inside him.