Vera Warner rolled her eyes and gave a fake smile: "Mr. Morgan, you want to control everything—do you even oversee where others might slip and fall? Must be exhausting and thankless work!"
After saying that, she ignored Victor Morgan's unfriendly glare and tried to take two steps back, wanting to put some distance between herself and this arrogant man.
But the next second, Victor Morgan suddenly stood up and grabbed her arm tightly!
Vera once again stumbled, forced into this man's embrace, and instantly, that cold, fresh scent engulfed her once more.
"I heard, Miss Warner, you were quite the notorious socialite five years ago—brilliant at playing the field, chasing money over men. And pregnant out of wedlock, no clue who the father is. What, disappeared for five years and now you've got your eyes on me?"
His strong arm locked tightly around her waist as he leaned down, a low, slow voice whispering in her ear—with words as sharp as knives.
This brainless bastard!
