Bryan stood there, face twisted in disbelief and frustration. He opened his mouth, probably about to argue—
"Shut it!" snapped the old man beside him, shooting him a glare sharp enough to slice through steel. "Haven't embarrassed yourself enough already?
For those who devote themselves to the game, self-discipline and control come first. That temper of yours... when we return, you're to enter closure for three years!"
One impulsive outburst—just one—and now he was slapped with three years of isolation.
Blackwell Family didn't mess around with family discipline.
Bobby sat frozen in his chair, lip twitching, struggling not to laugh.
The one being punished? That was his older brother. The same guy who used to bully him as a kid.
But in the realm of strategy? Bobby was on a whole different level.
…
That said, Bobby's mother wasn't from the main bloodline.
She'd been a chambermaid in the Blackwell household—technically given a name later, but still treated like a servant.
