The Billionaire’s Sister
Her fingernails dug deep into the wood, and her knuckles turned stark white.
Howard turned the phone around, pointing the screen at Grace’s face.
Damien stared at her, his eyes devoid of any warmth. “You laid a hand on my sister.”
Grace’s lips trembled. Finally, she managed to say, “Damien, you… Didn’t you say your sister lives abroad?”
Damien’s voice remained flat. “Why on earth would I need to report my sister’s whereabouts to you?”