"Is that so? You think I'm hot?" A silvery, thick, hoarse voice emerged before them.
She knew that instant that it was Chuck's uncle who was behind her all along, listening to their conversation. Daphne was caught off guard by him; she didn't know how to face the man without looking like an utter i***t. Slowly, she turned around and was greeted by his serious, yet amusing, expression.
Her body stiffened, and her ajar mouth locked when she noticed him walking closer to them, still staring at her like he had found out an interesting piece about her. The man was wearing his usual fitted suit and tie, which even stressed his regal and blue-blooded posture, which made her reaction worse.
Nathan simpered as he approached them, his eyes transfixed on her while he strode to Chuck's side
