Adrian glanced at him and sneered. "Mr. Mercer, you came quickly. Five years without seeing me and you're already this eager?"
The man called Mr. Mercer wore a perfectly tailored black suit, nothing like the relaxed, almost innocent man I had met that night. The watch on his wrist alone spoke of extraordinary status. Combined with Adrian's attitude, I finally confirmed his identity.
He was Julian Mercer, the so-called Devil of Harborfell City.
Rumor had it that he and Adrian had been rivals for years, and that his temper was unpredictable. Despite possessing a face so striking it bordered on dangerous beauty, he had never shown any interest in women.
There was also a quieter rumor.
People whispered that Julian and Adrian had been locked in a complicated love-hate rivalry for years. So
