A royal lord with an unusual habit of sniffing out scents keeps his assistant close at hand, and she must navigate the awkward, charged dynamic between them. As their professional relationship blurs into something more personal, she struggles to keep her composure around a boss whose attention is impossible to ignore.
Any progress on the search? No rental records for your son's Omega father, your highness. But we'll find them within 48 hours. Doran bring his kid today?
Yes. They're on the top floor. Take me there. First you scammed me with your kid, now you're mooching off the palace? God, you're pathetic.
I'm not arguing with you. Hang on, Leo. We're getting you to a hospital. Hold on. Who gave you permission to bring a child into the palace? His Highness did.
Yeah, right. You think Prince Alistair would let a nobody like you bring his bastard in Oh, I get it. The Prince is looking for his son, so you're trying to pass yours off as his? Not everyone's as pathetic as you.
Who the hell do you think you're talking to? Don't you bully my papa! You worthless little bastard! Let him go!
Let him go! Are you insane? Papa! Let me go! He can't breathe! Papa, help me!
Let the little bastard rot in there. Maybe he'll learn some manners. filthy baiter you actually hit me you two get him on the floor give me the key open the door