Donovan Tang didn't move. He stood by the ancient bonsai, his presence as unyielding as the wood itself. The sweep of the headlights against the curtains signaled the arrival of a predator, but in this house, Donovan was the one who held the memories—and the scars.
"Don't worry, Madam Bishop," Donovan said, his voice dropping into a deep, comforting baritone. "I'll handle this. It’s likely someone from the Grayson Estate."
Madam Bishop’s face paled slightly. She knew the weight the Grayson name carried in Haicheng, and she knew the "Demon CEO" was not a man to be trifled with. "Donovan, please... let's not have a scene. Chloe is already so stressed."
"There won't be a scene," Donovan promised, though the cold glint in his eyes suggested a different kind of confrontation. "But I won't le
