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Harry's POV.
The valet doesn't seem frighten to see me, nor surprised. He simply nods and escorts me to a huge studio where Scott was peacefully sited, going through some of his papers with God knows what ruined family story behind.
He raises his eyes just a second to acknowledge my presence then comes back shifting things around.
'' Harry'' he dares to say and I cross my arms to my chest, will he at least try to act like he doesn't know I was going to come to him? '' Harry Thatcher. My oldest grandchild. The one who should have took over this place but then fell in love with his sister. How Shakespearian could this sound?'' he mocks me and I instantly feel my blood run cold. he can't talk about things he doesn't know. Bloody hell.
'' It's a bless we still have someone we both trust on doing the right thing. Yes, Harry?'' he's talking about Grace, implying the fucking deal he made with her.
'' Let her go'' I grumble and he raises an eyebrow to me, challenging me to try and stop him from getting what he wants. He eventually crosses his legs along with his fingers as he gives me his full attention. His dark blue eyes trailing up and down my body as he's already thinking about a way I could be useful to his purposes.
'' Who?'' he plays dumb and I fume with anger.
'' You fucking know who. Grace, let her go. '' he lets out a very annoying laugh and I fist my hands.
'' Grace, you say? I'm not keeping her trapped in the highest of my towers I think, am I, little prince?'' Calm down Harry. Calm the fuck down.
''Don't you even try. You fooled her, I know you corrupted her with something and I can even imagine what could it be. I'm here to make you stop from pushing her around, she doesn't deserve to be taken away her freedom because of your wellbeing or the health of this family. She doesn't need anything from you, so please, let us go.'' Scott moves a notebook away, fixing his pencils almost maniacally in order, he's a fucking OCD.
'' Let's supposed you're right. Let's supposed I was threatening Grace, which I'm not. if I was that kind of person, what makes you think I'll not want something in return from this? '' he's right, but the only thing I could give him, will not help me and Grace in anyway. she will still be not free, however, I do it anyway.
'' Me. Take me instead. I'll do anything to help her, anything'' Scott touches his chin, looking like someone who is actually taking my request under control.
'' She said the same thing, you know? The problem here Harry, is that you have nothing to give me, only to take. I don't need you, you're the most fastidious and persistent of the flies, I'd like to make it end with you and simply send you to another country but I can't, contrary to my little Grace, I keep my word once given; and since I don't know if she actually told you about this or you're simply assuming things, I'll play dumb and act like you haven't' said anything. This because I care about Grace more than you think'' he spits and I growl, my fists hit the wooden desk making the paper fall to the ground. Scott doesn't even flick. He moves his eyes from my hands to my face, interested by my swing of mood.
