Silent Scars
“It isn’t the third day yet Mr. Knight, is it? Or are you so impatient that you can’t wait to have my daughter?”
Even when he sounded brave, Warren could still feel the butterflies in his stomach.
The billionaire snickered and reclined on his chair, “You sure are gutsy, Mr. Byrne. You’ve lost your senses as well as your manners. Well, lucky for you, I’m in a good mood today. Plus, I come in peace.”
In peace?
Well, if there was one thing Warren knew well, it was that Malcolm Knight never came in peace. At least this time, he had the decency to come to his office and not ‘kidnap’ him.
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