Chapter 117:Shattered Hopes

(James Amber's POV) The papers in my hand slammed onto the desk with a force that echoed through the room. My chest rose and fell heavily as I gritted my teeth, trying to contain the fury boiling inside me. I pushed myself out of the chair and paced the room, running a hand through my hair. Every step I took left dents in the polished wooden floor. I could feel my blood pressure spiking, my wolf Mason restless under my skin. "That boy," I roared, jabbing my finger at the door as if accusing an invisible Alexander. "What is Alexander THINKING?!" Victoria stood by the window, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her sharp features looked carved from stone, but I knew anger simmered just beneath her measured façade. "What he’s always thinking," she spat, her tone icy, "about her." My fists curled at her words, nails biting into my palms. "I gave him direct orders! Stay away from Grace. Focus on the negotiations." I slammed my fist on the desk, the sound as sharp as my words. "An