Mika Summers glanced down at the business card, her attention immediately drawn to the profession printed on it.
Lawyer???
'So, what did he mean by giving me this business card?'
Seeing her staring at the business card, Tristan Grayson walked over and snatched it from her hand. Without a second glance, he tore it to shreds and threw the pieces on the floor. "There's nothing to see," he said, his voice hard as ice.
"..." She looked up at Tristan Grayson, her expression baffled. 'It's true there wasn't much to see, but he didn't have to tear it up. What if it came in handy later?'
"Which hand did he touch?" Tristan Grayson's gaze was icy as he stared at her. He finally spoke after a long moment, but his words left Mika Summers completely stunned.
"Huh?" 'Which hand did he touch? What does he mean?'
