Chapter 149

I studied the man carefully as he remained quiet, measuring my next words. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with the knife Amelia still held behind her back.

"If you have nothing better to say, I suggest you leave," I said, my voice carrying the quiet authority I'd cultivated over years of command. "Whatever opportunity you're here to present, I'm not interested,"

They must think me a fool, a man so pussy whipped that I would jump at every offer solely because I was married to Amelia.

But my duty is to only her, not anyone else.

I don't owe them shit.

Guerrero's weathered face creased with amusement. "The Roman Volkov I knew would have jumped at such an opportunity. Power, influence, legacy – these things used to mean everything to you."

"That man is retired," I replied coldly, taking measured steps toward Amelia. Each movement was deliberate, positioning myself between her and any potential threat. "My only priority now is standing right here in this kitchen."

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