"Where is Roman first? Is it the weekend, or has he started sleeping in the company?" Denovan said, deliberately mimicking Azazel's playful tone, his voice light but laced with an undertone of curiosity.
The imitation was so spot-on that Azazel, who was just stepping into the room, froze mid-step, utterly speechless.
His mouth opened to retort but no words came out. He simply stared at his grandfather in disbelief.
Lisa, however, didn't share their banter. Her expression shifted, the faint smile tugging her lips a moment ago replaced by a subtle, yet firm seriousness.
Her gaze, though calm, carried a weight that immediately drew Denovan's attention.
"No, he isn't sleeping in the company," Lisa replied quietly, her voice smooth but clipped, like she was walking a line between casual and cautious.
Denovan's brow furrowed. He caught the change in her tone. His eyes, sharp even with age, settled on her face, searching.
