Chapter 21

William strode into the studio, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. He looked at Andrew, who was standing in front of his canvas, brush in hand.

"I need those paintings right now," William said, his voice low and menacing.

Andrew hesitated, looking at William with uncertainty. He hesitated for a moment before speaking up,

"But she doesn't want it," he said, trying to reason with William.

William walked up to him, his face inches away from Andrew's.

"Really? So tell me, how do you know what my wife wants?" William said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

William narrowed his eyes at Andrew, "Really? So tell me, how do you know what my wife wants?" he sneered.

Andrew stumbled over his words, "No, but she clearly..."

William cut him off, "When did you start knowing my wife?"

Andrew shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of William's anger.

"I just assumed..." he began, but William cut him off.

"You assumed wrong," William said, his voice cold and hard.

Andrew didn't say anything mo