Chapter 58

Vanessa playfully poked his forehead and teased, "Sweet-talker. It's getting pretty late. Are we heading out or not? It's rude to keep everyone waiting." Leander smirked, that carefree look back on his face. "You think they're actually sitting around waiting for us? Maybe grandpa, but definitely not the others." Turned out, he was dead right. When they got to the Steele estate, the family dinner was already in full swing. The room was buzzing with chatter and laughter-all except Reginald, who sat at the head of the table, stone-faced and silent. And yep, even Rachel was there-seriously? After that mess of her drunk strip-dancing from the lost bet with Vanessa? Not only was she present, she was practically the star of the show, surrounded by the others like some kind of VIP. Next to Reginald sat a couple around their forties. The man had sharp, angular features not unlike Leander's, but with a colder glare in his eyes. His look was harsh, intense-completely different from Leander's sly,