Chapter 25

Hana Al-Mansour smoothed the silk of her robe, her eyes narrowing as she looked at her son. The villa was still buzzing from the strange influx of high-profile guests and gifts, but Rayyan Al-Mansour stood at the center of the hall with a grin that suggested he held the greatest gift of all. "Rayyan Al-Mansour, what is it?" Hana asked, her voice carrying a note of sharp curiosity. Rayyan stepped forward, his posture radiating a newfound international polish. "Mom, as you know I've been...