Chapter 275

Everything that night began with the glass of wine Adrian Valdemar handed him.

Without that drink, there would have been no absurdity.

Without Tiffany Morrison, he and Sophia Laurent...

Alexander Valdemar closed his eyes.

There were no what-ifs in this world.

But Adrian had indeed grown increasingly reckless lately.

That brat needed proper discipline.

However, with the current tense situation, he had to suppress the thought for now.

"Even worse, he went looking for trouble with Sophia, spouting outrageous nonsense..."

Patriarch Valdemar's words made Alexander's gaze turn icy.

He immediately called Henry Chamberlain.

"Bring Adrian to see me tonight."

Henry had just finished dealing with Julian Valdemar's mess when he received the call.

The frigid tone on the other end made his temple throb.

Young Master Adrian truly had a talent for courting death.

Even Alexander, recuperating in the sanatorium, could be provoked by him.

"Understood. I'll bring him later."

Patriarch Valdemar observed his grandson's darkened expression and wisely chose not to press further.

"Rest now. I'll handle some matters."

"Hmm."

Once the door closed, Alexander stared at the ceiling.

But the image that surfaced in his mind was Sophia's radiant, unrestrained smile.

At 3 PM, Henry arrived early at Pearl Entertainment.

He'd known about Adrian signing with them for a while.

Since Patriarch Valdemar hadn't commented, he pretended ignorance.

But now, standing outside the training room, he froze.

Inside, Adrian was practicing posture with a movement coach.

His white T-shirt clung to his lean frame, damp with sweat.

Henry had never seen Adrian so focused before.

The young marquis in Empress was a prodigal son, but with the inherent dignity of a military family's heir.

The later battlefield scenes required an even sharper presence.

Currently, Adrian was holding a horse stance.

Veins bulged on his arms, sweat beading on his forehead.

His entire body trembled slightly, yet he gritted his teeth and persisted.

Henry watched, mesmerized.

Only when the eight-hour session ended and Adrian collapsed did he finally enter.

"Henry!" Adrian's eyes lit up. "Are you here to save me?"

Henry adjusted his glasses. "Mr. Valdemar wants to see you."

Adrian's face fell instantly. "No."

The old man only had eyes for that vixen Sophia now.

This meeting would bring nothing good.

Henry offered a professional smile. "I'm afraid that's not up to you."