Ryan's expression changed in seconds.
“Ever the clever one,” he chuckled under his breath, stuffing his hand into his pocket and following by her side after Mirena gave instructions to the shop keeper to pack up the watch, then proceeded to other sections.
“What do you want, Ryan?” She asked again, throwing him a glance and a raised brow. “Money? Favor?”
Ryan sighed dreamily. “All of that sounds fantastic and as much as I'd love to collect the dues of my performance, It wasn't my help you got.”
This made Mirena pause. She pivoted her body, facing him fully with a frown.
If there was one thing she hated, it was owning people. Talk less a stranger.
“Who?” She demanded.
“My grandfather,” Ryan informed.
Mirena's brows twitched for a second. Lorenzo Moretti, the city's
