Kellan's expression was unreadable, his face calm yet merciless, while his gaze cut like a blade, sharp and unrelenting, locking onto Donahue.
Rachel could barely withstand the piercing weight of his eyes.
Donahue, however, seemed completely oblivious.
He turned with ease, his voice crisp and mocking. "President Elliott, since when did you start caring about women? I thought your preferences had long changed."
A storm brewed inside Kellan's chest at Young Master Lopez's provocation, yet his cold and tightened features gave nothing away.
He let out a disdainful sneer. "Young Master Su, when did you start fancying my woman? If you like her, just say so, I'll hand her over to you."
Rachel's face went pale instantly, her hand trembling uncontrollably. His words dripped with bloodthirsty cruelty.
Even though she had been thankful for Young Master Lopez's earlier help, she knew she had no choice now but to stand by Kellan.
