“Who are you? Do you know we’re filming here?” The director’s angry voice rang out.
But as the man turned his face toward the director, the indignation melted away into an almost servile tone.
“Young Master of Brooks family! What brings you here?”
Asher’s confusion was evident as he turned to the assistant director. “Who is Young Master Brooks?”
The assistant director leaned in to whisper, “He’s Austin Brooks, the son of the richest man in the country—and the main investor in this project.”
At the mention of Austin Brooks, Nora’s eyes lit up. Ignoring Asher entirely, she stepped forward with a coy smile and invited Austin to dinner in front of Asher.
But Austin didn’t even glance at her. Instead, he knelt down beside me as I coughed violently, gently patting my back. “Take it easy. Here, have some water.”
His voice was calm and soothing.
Asher stood rooted in place, his face darkening as he took in the scene. He knew precisely who Austin Brooks was—heir to the Brooks family fortune and someone the Monroe Family had desperately tried to align with, only to be repeatedly turned away.