Sydney's POV
“Mr. Barlowe? Are you Mr. Barlowe?” I whispered in a dazed state, while Killian glared at Pete.
He turned to give me a look of hatred. “Yes. I’m Killian Barlowe, and this glamping site belongs to me.”
Why did his surname sound so familiar? I had heard it somewhere before I met him. But I couldn’t recall where I had heard it.
“Oh, then why did you appoint me as an assistant?” I didn’t even know my scope of work. “Who would I assist?”
He gave me a look of disbelief. “Me. Who else?”
Pete gaped at his boss. “Oh! I appointed her as my assistant. My mistake, sir. I misunderstood.” He stammered nervously while Killian gave him a death glare.
He grabbed Pete by his collar and breathed fire on his face. “Stay away from my girlfriend. Or I’ll destroy your career. Is that clear, H
