"And you all called me here just to watch my wife get whisked away by your friend?" Leo snapped, his irritation evident. He sat near the window, his gaze fixed on the scene below.


    Having been summoned by Luke at the crack of dawn, he couldn’t shake the frustration that brewed within him as they all witnessed Dave pull up to the building’s entrance, a bouquet of red roses in hand, before heading upstairs.


    Leo’s annoyance simmered just below the surface. He hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep, preupied with thoughts of Zhane’s date with Hera. Theck of sleep waspounded by the nagging frustration that Zhane hadn’t shared a word about how it went.


    Everyone knew he had spent the evening with Hera, lingering until thest possible moment before sending her home, and that only added to Leo’s irritation.


    "What are you all worked up about?" Luke asked casually, leaning against the window until Dave’s car disappeared from view. He then turned and took a seat across from Leo. "If you keep losing your temper over every little thing, you’re just going to wear yourselves out."


    "Instead of fretting over Dave, let’s focus on our n," Luke continued, his tone shifting to seriousness. "The Lennons have already taken the bait, and by tonight or tomorrow, we can cripple them. I called you all here so we can strategize together and seize their family business once they fall from grace."


    Leo frowned, his brows furrowing in confusion. "Why all this fanfare just to take down the Lennons? They’re a mediocre-sized family business. We don’t need such an borate approach to bring them down. If we were dealing with a major conglomerate like the Hendrix or Avery, then sure, intricate nning would make sense to secure the spoils. But the Lennons? They hardly require this level of effort."


    Even Rafael frowned, though he understood Luke’s cautious nature. He knew that Luke preferred not to confront a losing battle head-on; instead, he would rather lurk in the shadows, observing how things unfolded before making a calcted strike against their enemies. So, he waited patiently for Luke to borate and exin his reasoning.


    Xavier slumped on the long sofa near the window, leaning back with his eyes closed. He had no desire to join the conversation, as he couldn’t fathom using his family’s influence and power in such a way.


    The murky waters of the business world repulsed him, and he preferred to distance himself from the intricacies of their schemes.


    "Well, indeed, to the Hendrixes, the Lennons are little more than ants to be trampled," Luke said, casting a meaningful smile at Leo. "But remember, even an ant can take down an elephant when they swarm."


    "Are you suggesting that the Lennons are coborating with other families?" Leo asked, his expression turning serious. He wasn’t surprised; his own intel had hinted at the same, though not with the depth that the Averys possessed.


    Since Gerald and Hera were actively working against the Lennons, Gerald wouldn’t dare sell this information, no matter the price—he was too wary of rattling a snake.


    However, Leo and the others weren’t as informed as Hera and Gerald about the Lennons. Leo believed they could handle the situation, no matter how many families allied with them. In contrast, Luke felt confident he could simply set one house aze and wait for the others to emerge, ready to corner and eliminate them all in a single sweep.


    Hera also contemted the ns they had discussed, but she knew the Lennons’ schemes ran deep. Among their supporters were individuals who had unresolved issues with the male leads, which made her hesitant to fully put the Lennons’ fate in their hands.


    She wanted their assistance in crippling the Lennons, but she intended to take charge of the final blow herself.


    After all, her other preparations wereplete, and Gerald was meticulously guarding the information they had, along with the ns to deal with the Lennons. Hera was simply waiting for the right moment to act.


    She also knew that Athena’s family and her uncle’s family were poised and ready, just waiting for the opportune moment to strike.


    After all, it was their beloved princess who Tyler Lennon tried to schemed against.


    On Hera’s side, Dave took her to a charming themed park that was perfect for Instagram-worthy photos, featuring a whimsical princess theme, Mini Mouse decorations, and more.


    It resembled a miniature Disnend, and he had reserved the entire ce just for her, ensuring she could enjoy every corner without interruption.


    Hera chuckled, recalling the domineering CEO archetypes Athena often mentioned. <i>’Isn’t he just acting like one of those characters?’</i> she thought, amused by the resemnce.


    Dave eagerly transformed into Hera’s personal photographer, urging her to pose beside the whimsical mascots and don cute angel wings. He went so far as to lie t on the ground, determined to capture the perfect shot of her adorned in the angel wings, with petals cascading around her and the clear blue sky as a stunning backdrop.


    As Hera watched Dave contort himself into awkward positions to capture her on camera, she couldn’t help but burst into a merryugh.


    Sitting on a white swing draped in beautiful flowers, reminiscent of a fairy’s flower field, she enjoyed the yful moment.


    Dave eagerly snapped pictures, even urging her to stop posing and look away, hoping to catch a candid shot that would capture her genuine joy.