Desperate Measures

KAT

Ronan tried to conceal his hatred behind a mask of coldness, but I could still see it shining in his eyes.

"Good evening, Mr. Mercer!" I forced a smile.

"Good evening," he said dryly before stepping aside, giving us space to enter.

I walked in, feeling his glare piercing through me. He can go to hell.

Nolan and Val were seated on the living room sofas. Val shook her head when she noticed Henri