RICHLY YOURS
Chapter 17
In a slightly dimmed room, a man could be seen sitting on a couch, his raven dark hair reaching his neck. He weaved his hands through it and let out a breath, followed by a soft, creepy chuckle.
If the word “beautiful” was a person, then he could take all the credit. His Hazel eyes were enough to charm anybody’s heart, and his devilishly beautiful face could bring the world to their feet.
Sandros carefully tapped his hands on a stool, staring at the glass of wine sitting perfectly on it. He flipped his attention to his subordinate, his gaze enough to pierce through the young man's soul, “What did you find out? Where's Andrew?”
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