When Tyson took the seat across from him, Jude flashed a brazen grin. "Mr. Goodwin, ready to have a real conversation now?"
"Young Master Quincy, are you truly willing to work with me?"
A server appeared at the doorway, knocking politely, ready to come in and pour tea for the two men. Jude waved him off with a flick of his hand, sending him away.
Tyson didn't mind in the slightest.
After all, drinking tea was the last thing on his mind today.
"Since you found the Quincy family, Mr. Goodwin, I'm sure you know well enough that the Quincys and the Goodwins have been at odds for ages," Jude said, the corner of his mouth lifting in a cold, mocking smile. "And now that you're here, looking for a partnership, why would I refuse? Especially since…"
"Since what?" Tyson pressed.
But Jude let his words trail off, his strange smile deepening. "It's not important."
A heavy feeling settled in Tyson's gut. There was something off about Jude, but given his limited options, he couldn't afford to walk away.
He was about to steer the conversation back to business when Jude abruptly changed the subject. "Do you regret it now, Mr. Goodwin?"
Jude didn't have to clarify what he meant; Tyson knew exactly what he was referring to.
Irritation flickered across Tyson's face. "That's beside the point."
"I'm just curious," Jude shrugged, feigning innocence. "Giving up the Thorne heiress for another woman…"
"I never gave her up." Tyson's voice cut through Jude's words, sharper than before. "I never planned to break things off with Nona."
"Then she gave up on you," Jude said, breaking into a loud, mocking laugh.
Color flooded Tyson's cheeks, turning them an angry, mottled red. "Nona just made a stupid mistake, that's all. And I truly love her. Even if she weren't the Thorne heiress, I—"

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