Chapter 11: For a Father’s Approval

Lord Basil York looked up as his son entered the study. With neatly cropped hair and a trimmed moustache, he was everything the wild and immature Rembrandt Payne was not.

“What is it this time?” he asked, dipping his pen in a well of ink and returning his attention to his work. He words were like the crack of a whip, always sharp, always impatient, always ready for the next strike. “I have a busy schedule, so make it quick.”

Chapter 11: For a Father’s Approval

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