Stepping out of the café, they found a black Maserati parked outside, seemingly out of nowhere.
Lucian released Lila's hand and climbed directly into the front passenger seat.
Lila sighed and reluctantly opened the rear door.
On the leather seat in the back sat a man of profound wealth and icy composure, quietly engrossed in his laptop, his gaze cold and intense.
Even though they had been married for some time now, every time she saw his sharply chiseled profile, her heart still fluttered with a sudden tremor.
"Why are you here…?"
Without looking up, the man continued typing with elegant precision on his keyboard. "When your son is scammed, of course the parent has to come to the police station in person."
Lila pressed her lips together and slid into the seat. "So you already know?"
