
Author's POV
Mr. Oberoi's grip was firm, a silent message passing between the two men. With a final, assessing look, he released Vivaan's hand. "I trust you will keep me informed, Professor," he stated, his voice now devoid of any lingering hostility, replaced by a cool professionalism. He then turned to Adrianna, a soft, almost imperceptible smile gracing his lips. "I'll see you at home, beta. Don't be too late."


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