28LiamAs we left the meeting, the tension between our families was almost suffocating. My mother, Queen Ingrid, held her head high, a picture of composure, though I could see the simmering irritation in her eyes. Anders walked beside her, his face a mask of disdain, while Sophia followed silently, her expression unreadable.The Morgans remained behind in the meeting room, and I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder as the door closed. Alex had been unusually quiet throughout the meeting, though I’d caught the occasional flash of anger in his eyes. Something was brewing, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it.The valet pulled up with our sleek black Lamborghini, the epitome of opulence, and I slid into the backseat with Anders while Mother took the passenger seat. As the car purred to life and glided smoothly onto the road, the silence was short-lived.“That family,” my mother began, her voice icy, “is an embarrassment to diplomacy. The way President Morgan spoke to me? Absolutel
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