The Bride He Refused to Lose
Holding a crystal glass of whiskey, the syndicate head approached them, a perfectly practiced, easy smile stretching across his face.
"Lorenzo," Victor purred, his voice dripping with false camaraderie. "It’s been a while."
Lorenzo didn't offer his hand. His posture turned rigid, radiating a silent, lethal aura. "It hasn't been long enough, Victor."
Victor chuckled softly, completely unbothered by the blatant insult. Then, his dark, calculating gaze shifted directly to Lorrie, scanning her with intense curiosity. "So... this is the mysterious new Mrs. Dimitri." He offered a warm smile, though his eyes remained entirely dead. "Lorrie, isn't it?"