To Clara, the dignified tycoon of Miami City was only qualified to be a dog?
Her words echoed in my head long after they left her lips. I didn’t know whether to laugh or tremble. The way she said it—with that quiet, commanding tone—made even a man like Donovan look small. I couldn’t quite follow her thoughts, but one thing was clear: Clara was dangerous. The Cole Group’s influence wasn’t just powerful—it was terrifying.
Donovan caught my eye, waiting for my decision like a soldier awaiting orders. I nodded slightly.
“Do as you please,” I said.
Excitement flickered in his eyes. He turned toward Damian, patted Rex on the shoulder, and said coldly, “Leave the rest to me.”
Within seconds, over a dozen muscular men emerged from the Mirage Club, their shadows stretching under the neon light
