She Saved Me Then, I Save Her Now
Then, I swept my gaze over Henry, who was still on the ground, before letting it settle on Shaun.
"Who the hell are you?" Shaun frowned, sizing me up.
I was dressed very casually today in an ordinary black trench coat, with no accessories that signaled status.
Shaun clearly didn't think much of me and let out a cold snort.
"Where did this punk come from? And how dare he meddle in my business?"
Henry scrambled up from the ground, clutching his wrist and groaning in pain.
"Mr. Buchanan, he's probably one of Natasha's old flames. She acts all pure and innocent on the surface, but who knows how many men she's been fooling around with behind our backs!"