JAMES POV
“James… I didn’t expect to get a call from you, at least not so soon,” Don said, amusement in his voice.
“The auction. I know it was your men who took the box. I need it back,” I said, my back facing the floor-to-ceiling window.
“That’s a great accusation, James,” he said, his accent thick and undeniable.
“Don’t play games with me,” I said in Chinese.
“I thought you never liked Chinese, James.” His calm tenor infuriated me, and all I wanted was what belonged to me.
“I prefer Russian,” I said back, still facing him.
“Different strokes for different folks,” he said casually, and fury pulsed through my veins.
“You sound… pressed, James. That’s unlike you.”
He was enjoying every moment of this. I had learned to keep my anger in check. “Don, you know how I get once I lose tha
