Sophia couldn't get that scene from two years ago out of her head.
It was at an auction she'd attended with her dad—total chaos broke out. A group of guys in black barged in, a gunshot rang out, and boom—crystal chandelier shattered above their heads. The socialites who'd been all poise and grace seconds before were now screaming like crazy. Someone tried to fight back, but then there was blood. So much blood.
But right in the middle of that hellish moment, there was this guy. A ridiculously good-looking man just casually swirling a glass of red wine, even smiling a bit—like none of it fazed him. He stood there, calm as ever, completely unfazed.
And when one of the gunmen, clearly pissed, shoved a gun to his forehead, he finally put down his glass. A heartbeat later, the thug's
