Chapter 363

"Sorry, I couldn't hold back."

Julian quickly steadied himself. His lazy words slipped out smoothly, even as his hands habitually adjusted the edges of his suit.

His strength was formidable—Malcolm's assistant was still rolling on the floor, grunting, unable to get up.

Malcolm had assumed a disturbance was underway and was about to shout for help, but then, he recognized Julian.

"Mr. Kingsley?"