At the mention of the name, Liam's mood visibly darkened. He scoffed, taking a slow sip from his cup.
"That bastard. He has been stealing the spotlight from the very start. The spotlight that should have been ours," he muttered.
"Looking at him, I already know he will not come over to us. Not with how close he is to Albert."
He finally turned to face Dane, eyes cold.
"We should just crush all of them at once."
Dane smiled, then let out a quiet laugh. "I see. That is true."
He took a few unhurried steps closer, stopping near the foot of the bed.
"Our faction is patient," Dane said calmly.
"We have bided our time long enough. But soon, we will need to make our move. And to do that, we need a firm hold over this vicinity."
"I understand that already," Liam replied.
Dane turned smoothly toward the door, his movements fluid and unhurried, as if the decision had already been made long before this conversation.
