Everyone in Mai's family mansion was astonished; they never expected to meet the cold mafia they had only heard the cruelest stories about.
Some shifted uncomfortably in their chairs, while others murmured to themselves.
Patrick was enraged, his veins bulging on his forehead. Could anyone blame him? Some would say no, for they didn't understand why he had married into a family rumored to be bankrupt.
He held his gun steadily against Chase's forehead. Ella was at a loss, uncertain whether to intervene or to flee. But one thing that shook her more than anything else was Chase's unsettling calmness.
She caught a glimpse of the dark smirk on his lips and found herself wondering if she should fear him or admire his audacity for smiling in the face of a gun.
"I'm glad to see I still make yo
