Staring deeply at Ava, Zac’s gaze slowly shifted from anger to calmness. Little by little, he walked fully into the area, his sharp eyes never leaving her figure. Everyone in the boutique had their eyes on Ava now, inwardly assuming that she was in serious trouble for attracting Zac’s attention. None could understand why Zac would stare at her in such a way—it could only mean impending scolding.
When he reached where Mia Dawson stood, Zac’s eyes crinkled slightly, narrowing into a piercing glare devoid of warmth.
“What are you doing here, Mia Dawson?” His voice was deep and sharp, his hands tucked nonchalantly in his trouser pockets, exuding a distant, commanding aura.
Lifting her chin defiantly, Mia retorted, “What do you mean, Zac? You might own this place, but I have every right to b
