Dylon's eyes narrowed as he studied the silver-haired boy sitting beside Clyde. Last night he had asked Georgina about him, and the answer he received made his brain short-circuit.
A fashion design major? From that famous Ramsy family?
It all felt like a setup rather than a genuine encounter between the Patriarch of the Du Pont Family and the heir of Ramsy's high-tech empire.
After some probing, Lin Heye had let slip that Clyde would be here today. Before coming here, he had hoped that those two were exaggerating. But clearly, they weren't...
Dylon's jaw tightened.
Clyde had indeed shown up at the Royal Dragon Pavilion restaurant, but not alone. Not without this silver-haired boy.
The boy stood quietly behind Clyde, his head lowered like some kind of defenseless rabbit, seeking protection from him. He didn't seem reliable. He looked too immature. Too meek. And too different from the rumours! Was he acting? Was this his honey trap method?!
