He pushed the window open himself and stepped inside in a smooth, silent motion, bringing the cold night air with him.
THE MAN.
Black suit, gloved hands, no trace of rain on him now despite the downpour outside.
He was a contradiction, elegant and terrifying. He exuded control, but something was visibly seething beneath it tonight.
Fang Lin swallowed hard. "Uncle…"
He didn't respond right away. His eyes scanned the apartment, her apartment was fancy and he had furnished it himself, but looking at it, he wondered what could have gone down there.
"What happened to your place? Do you have a boyfriend?" Who could do such kind of damage? How can she have a boyfriend and he doesn't know it? People could think they were never closer but he knew everything that goes around her every single day, he knows where she works, who she has been with during the day and if she had such a violent boyfriend, he would just get rid of him.
