Stella arched her brow. "Are you sure it's traffic? Or is he wrapped in his lover's arms? Such a rebellious child. He hasn't been at the estate in over a month."
Eloise flashed Stella a glare.
"He's busy with work," Zane added, silencing Stella from speaking further.
"We can't wait for him every day. Let's eat," Stella said, picking up her spoon.
The others followed suit.
Selina stood quietly at the far end, observing with mixed emotions. She noticed Zane staring at his meal without lifting a spoonful of food.
"Why is an outsider dining with us?" a twenty-five-year-old man remarked.
All eyes drifted to Zane. Elder Lucas didn't flinch.
Zane looked up, his cold gaze locking with the speaker—Felix, the Chairman's second grandson. He said nothing, pretending he didn't hear that.
"Ugly Swan," Zane called out instead, slicing through the murmurs with a single name.
The room stilled. Confused glances swept around—no one recognized the strange nickname.
