Ruined by the White Veil
He met my gaze, and the tension in his eyes slowly melted away.
In its place was something softer, freer, a tenderness edged with relief, and underneath it, something deeper, stronger, stirring to the surface.
"My name is Julian Mercer," he said at last, his tone calm and clear. "I'm the heir to Mercer Group."
I froze for a moment.
Mercer Group was the powerhouse that dominated industries across the board, the kind of business empire I only read about in business magazines.
He went on, his voice even. "A year ago, I came to this city to oversee a new project. Some people in my family didn't want me to take over, so they made sure things got complicated. I wasn't careful enough and got hurt."