Grace’s heart skipped a beat.
Vincent had always seemed harmless in her presence, causing her to drop her guard and reveal her true self unconsciously.
But she hadn’t forgotten his background.
The man before her was the head of the mafia.
“A friend.”
She replied dismissively, not wanting to drag Tristan into this.
Vincent gazed at her intently.
His gray-green eyes devoid of emotion yet filled with a commanding pressure.
Grace should have felt fear, but somehow, an inexplicable anger bubbled within her.
“What are you looking at me like that for?”
Strangely, she wanted to argue with him, feeling completely confident that “he won’t hurt me.”
Grace was surprised by this self-awareness but kept her expression neutral, still staring defiantly at Vincent.
“Because you’re beautiful,”
