Even Hansen Ruiz, that powerful smiling tiger, lost to Glades Horne. Who did Nicholas Coldwell think he was? Anyone who offended this man would meet such an end.
Helen Griffin sneaked a glance at Glades Horne, whose handsome face was taut.
Glades Horne glanced at her, his voice tinged with cold mockery, "What? Did you do something you feel guilty about? Sneaking peeks?"
She had only stolen a glance, and just as the thought that he might have noticed crossed her mind, he indeed had. It made her blurt out, "Honestly, Glades, do your eyes have to be so sharp? We feel completely transparent in front of you."
His hawk-like eyes assessed her briefly, lips pursed, but Glades Horne offered no response.
Helen Griffin pouted and continued to eat her meal.
