Then his eyes swept across the entire room, cold and unforgiving.
"You'll all regret underestimating me."
That was all it took.
The relatives, smelling the shift in power, tried to push back before they lost their moment. Their voices rose, mocking comments, low insults, whispered jabs. They were louder now, bolder, their long hidden resentment spilling into the open like poison.
They wanted a crack.
They wanted a downfall.
They wanted him humbled.
And they were certain this would be the beginning.
"What a disgrace to our family! This woman can never be allowed to be the Matriarch!" one of the married in women snapped, her face twisted with judgment.
"No matter what excuses you bring, the fact is simple, your wife has disqualified you!" another added, her smirk full of satisfaction, as if she had been waiting for this moment.
Olaedo's fists tightened. Her patience was almost gone. Her cold gaze swept across the room, her voice cutting through the noise like a blade.
