Layla stared at the words on the screen, her brows drawn tight.
"Answer it." Damian stepped back. The dangerous intensity he had radiated moments ago vanished as though it had never existed.
Layla accepted the call. The Weston estate manager's urgent voice burst through the phone. "Ms. Bennett, Mrs. Evelyn Weston left the long-term care center on her own and returned to the estate. She's demanding to see you and Mr. Weston."
Layla closed her eyes for a moment.
"I understand. I'm on my way."
Olivia had heard the call. She told Layla to get in, then drove toward the Weston estate.
The car pulled away, leaving Damian standing alone amid the spring landscape.
In the sports car, Olivia studied the man through the rearview mirror with open curiosity. "Layla, who's that insanely hot man on
