Chapter 83

Malcolm lingered with a question on his mind, his hand still dabbing at a sweaty forehead.

"What's on your mind?" Liam inquired.

"Commander-in-Chief! In three days, I've arranged a gathering for the Drunham City elite to celebrate our new alliance with the Walker family's legacy and our successful partnerships. I have here a few exclusive invites and would be honored if you and your lady would join us."

Liam skimmed over the embossed invitation in his grasp and remarked, "Just set it down here. I'll attend when I find the time."

"Understood!"

Malcolm laid the invitation on the table, snapped to attention with a salute, and exited Jade Manor.

Only after Malcolm had stepped through the grand gates of the manor and settled into his car did the weight on his shoulders begin to fade, his back clammy from sweat. The thought of how many sought an audience with the elusive King Pendragon. Here he was, holding an invite to dine with the man himself, stirred a quiet pride within him.

Mean