"Arthur is desperate to keep power with the Blacks, and that young man is obviously seduced by her beauty. You've seen how our son has been since he saw her. A woman, a beautiful woman, especially one like that, can weave a man like threads in her fingers. The boy might not be weak, but he obviously won't refuse the bed of such a woman."
Micheal analyzed calmly.
Adrienne turned her head towards her son, who sat at his table with a dark expression.
"He's already lost sight of what he was supposed to do." She glared at her son as Ivy was on the dancefloor with someone else.
