Meanwhile, in the elevator back to Chloe’s room, Candy was staring blankly at Dean’s angered reflection on the glossy silver enclosure. She had never seen her Daddy have such expression that she could not help but wonder what his connection with the woman from her Uncle Levi’s suite ward was.
“Daddy!” Candy prompted, snapping a finger to catch her father’s attention. She and Tony had already dismounted from the lift. But Dean was still lost in his thoughts.
Sighing, Dean marched toward the lounge area and slumped his body against the leather couch. He was still trying to digest the short and straightforward conversation he had had with Chris earlier.
Although he already had doubts about Levi’s identity because of his secretive tendencies. He did not expect that he was living under the
