Uncle Renwald's smile fell, Leo's words a forceful slap. "You chose Locksley Academy over the best business facilities in Albion, second only to Rhome Capital itself? You prefer to become an expendable soldier instead of devoting yourself to a prominent life in our line of business?" Uncle Renwald scoffed. "Outrageous! Utterly outrageous!" he boomed as he slammed his clenched, white fist on the table. Its thud echoed through the confined space, rattling Leo's nerves. "And since when do you condone this notion of fantasy?" Uncle Renwald asked, his face reddening.
