Chapter 165

SIENNA

The silence that followed Gideon’s words wasn’t silence at all.

It was suffocating. Crackling. The kind of silence that came right before the gun fired. Everyone in that boardroom knew it. Felt it. Their eyes darted between Beatrice’s blanched face, Tristan’s shaking fists, and Gideon’s calm, predatory stillness.

And then, he moved.

Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just leaned back in