Miranda closed the door behind her and walked toward Mark with a smile.
Mark quickly put his phone on silent and discreetly opened the voice recorder app. His movements were swift and subtle—completely unnoticed.
Miranda was tall and slender, her long black hair cascading down her back like the finest silk, shimmering faintly under the light. Her skin was porcelain fair, glowing softly under the lamp, and her eyes, when filled with grievance, had an almost pitiful beauty that could take one’s breath away. A lady raised in a prestigious household, she excelled in manners and propriety.
Yet her heart was as venomous as a snake’s.
“Stop right there,” Mark commanded coldly, his tone dripping with menace.
Miranda had never seen him like this before. His demeanor, his voice—it was just like
