Chapter 330

Maybe it was my negative impression of Weston, but I instinctively felt wary of anyone with the last name Croft.

Even though Evander seemed friendly, my experiences with human deceit had taught me not to judge people's intentions solely by their actions.

The most dangerous individuals often wore the mask of innocence.

When he set me down, I noticed an odd, familiar warmth below.

Could it be? Was m