The silence in the Lotus Triad's lair was brought to all by Darren's alarm words—
"Five point five million, and I take the woman with me"
Surely this boy's audacity has no limits.
For a moment, no one knew what to say to it. The words themselves hung in the air, while their reactions amused Darren.
His face remained a mask of calm, his Command Aura pulsing invisibly, lending his voice the magnetic pull that held the room captive.
Rachel's brows were frozen. Ever since they'd come here, things had only gone from confusing to more confusing.
The Romanian girl's green gaze was locked onto Darren, a storm of emotions flickering across her sharp, pale face. The scarred man beside her stiffened, his sneer twisting into something darker.
Viktor Dragomir leaned forward in his throne-like chair, his gray eyes narrowing to slits, the silver lotus pin on his lapel glinting like a warning.
