Remington tapped his fingertips on the sofa, eyeing Hannah intently.
“Since you’re drawing her out, why not invite your father as well?”
Hannah’s face betrayed no emotion. “I’m only aiming to trouble the Chadwich family. If you wish to involve my father too, I’m on board.”
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At that moment, the presence of the Compton family’s two adopted sons and Maloney complicated matters, making discretion essential.
Remington thought for a moment, then leaned over to whisper to someone nearby before dismissing them with a quick wave.
Maloney and the other young masters from various families sat opposite, catching only the visual of Hannah’s conversation with Remington but none of the words.
“What are they discussing?” Keith nudged Trent’s arm and inquired.
Uninterested, Trent glanced at his brother. “If you’re so curious, go over and listen.”
Keith grimaced. “Forget it, I’m not eager to meet my maker just yet.”
As their conversation faded, Amelie and prominent members of the Chadwich family entered the living room.
Hannah greeted them with a smile, noticing Joselyn trailing behind Amelie.
Joselyn caught Hannah’s gaze and felt a searing jolt, promptly dropping her eyes to the floor.
The task Hannah had given her echoed in her mind, sending her heart racing. Fear gripped her so tightly that a shiver almost escaped her control.
Amelie, catching the smile on Hannah’s face, her own expression grew cautious. “It’s quite late; what do you want with the Chadwiches at this hour, Mr. Lyons?”
“I need to clarify something with your family.”
Remington, ever the paragon of decorum, extended an invitation to the Chadwiches. “Please, take a seat on the sofa, and perhaps our two officers would like to join us for a glass of water.”
An attendant approached the officers; the older one, weary from the dispute, gratefully accepted the offer and made his way to the sofa.
The younger officer, however, stood firm, his piercing gaze locked on Remington. His voice carried clearly across the room. “I’ll pass. Accepting a drink here might just be the precursor to further demands.”
The senior officer, looking deflated, started to rise but was stilled by a slight gesture from Remington.
“Officer, regardless of who summoned the police, we intend to cooperate with the investigation. You’re here about the racing incident, aren’t you? Please, ask your questions, and we’ll provide candid responses.” Never before had Remington’s smile appeared so measured, so cordial.
The young officer, visibly irked and loathing the political dance, advanced a step.
He swept his gaze over the assembled group. “If that’s the case, it would be best if you all accompanied me to the station.”
“Hey, don’t mistake kindness for weakness!”
The portly police officer couldn’t hold it in anymore. He got up, marched over, and grabbed the younger cop’s wrist, keeping his voice low to hold himself back. “You don’t want to tick off the Lyonses! They aren’t ones to mess with!”