For some reason, Natalie thought she caught a fleeting trace of indulgence in Rowan's features, but when she looked again, it was gone, like the emotion was just part of her imagination.A cab rolled to a stop in front of her. Hurriedly, she got in and closed the door. In the car, she instinctively looked back at Rowan through the window.He stood tall and imposing by the road, a picture of innate elegance and nobility. Just from looks alone, he seemed utterly disconnected from the brutality she'd witnessed in that private room.And then, there was his voice—it was familiar, somehow. Natalie had heard that voice somewhere before.After a moment's thought, she dismissed the idea.Where would she have crossed paths with such a dangerous man?After Natalie left, Rowan headed straight to the police station with his men.As he watched Magnus haul the bloodied man inside, Landon couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Mattel, why didn't you drive Ms. Spencer home? You could've spent more time wit
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