Mason Cross coughed, covering his mouth, "Emma! Thank goodness the Boss isn't here, otherwise I wouldn't dream of leaving alive..."
Laura Quincy had a line of black across her forehead; what she feared was being stunning.
Mason checked his watch, "Miss Quincy, let's go. It's almost time."
Laura awkwardly lifted her skirt and followed him out. She really hated being dressed up deliciously just to be presented in front of The Devil. She felt like a pastry, ready to be devoured by him at any moment.
Awkward...
On the broad platform atop The Helene Tower, a private luxury helicopter descended slowly under the cover of night, the cabin door opened, and a cold, handsome man in a black Armani suit stepped out. His dark eyes shone like starlight, radiating coolness.
He was Jason Hawthorne, who had just hurried back from Volkovia, and he hadn't had time to rest, a slight stubble showed along his jaw.
It made him even more masculine!
"Mr. Hawthorne, this way please."
