A short while later, Rowan returned with coffee. He poured two cups and handed one to Alex.
“Brother, the coffee’s ready.”
Alex responded with a low hum, gesturing for him to place it on the coffee table. Then he added, “I need to get back to work. At noon, I have to pick up your eighth sister-in-law. You should head back and manage your company properly. If there’s something you don’t understand, ask. Don’t rush blindly into things—the business world can drown people without warning.”
“I understand, Brother,” Rowan said seriously. “After this lesson, I won’t dare be careless again.”
This setback had a lot to do with his arrogance. He had always believed he was just as capable as his brothers.
Reality had proven otherwise. He had been too complacent.
Alex glanced at him and suddenly asked, “Rowan, do you have someone you like?”
“No,” Rowan replied. “I’m still young and not thinking about that yet. All of you got married after thirty, so I’ll consider it after thirty too. For now, I want to focus on my career and making money. I don’t want to always be known as the Ninth Young Master of the York family. I want to be Rowan—someone who succeeds on his own, not someone protected by the family name.”