In the vast, empty underground parking garage, a sudden ringtone tore through the silence.
Zane Hawthorne's brow twitched as he glanced sideways at Vance, who was standing not far away.
Vance had just gotten out of the car and quickly answered the call.
The person on the other end of the line said something that made Vance's expression change drastically. He quickened his pace. "Mr. Hawthorne, there's an issue at the office. We should head back now."
Vance shot him a meaningful look.
Having worked together for a long time, Zane Hawthorne understood the hint with a single glance.
He took the opportunity to release his grip, casting one last look at Donovan Donovan in the car. "She's not a toy, not something for you to play with for your amusement. Stay away from her."
Donovan Donovan raised an eyebrow. He lowered his gaze to the cigarette ash that had fallen on the back of his hand, then tilted his head to look at his reflection in the mirror and smirked.
