The Heavenly Demon of Terror

Abigail approached with an air of authority, her grip on Joshua's arm tightening slightly as she spoke, her tone laced with thinly veiled irritation.

"Mr. Morris, may I know what business you have with my husband?"

The emphasis on "my husband" was deliberate. A claim. A reminder. A challenge.

Morris blinked in surprise, clearly not expecting the revelation.

"Ms. Bardot, he is your husband?" He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "I must say, I wouldn't have believed it. With a man like him? I assumed he was a bachelor. And if he wasn't taken..." He glanced at me before smirking. "I would've asked for his hand in marriage—for my daughter, of course."

I let out a small chuckle, enjoying the way Abigail's face twitched ever so slightly. Joshua stiffened beside her, clearly uncomfortable with how effortlessly I had stolen his spotlight.

I turned to Abigail, flashing her a cocky smile, knowing full well it would annoy her even further.

"Well, what can I say? Some people just have that effect on others."

Her expression darkened, but she remained silent, unwilling to create a scene in front of Morris.

Morris, still amused, turned back to me. "Mr. Gebb, my assistant Linda will escort you to your seat. I'll be there within five minutes with the case files."

I nodded, playing along. "Sounds good."