Sharon Quincy also knew the bodyguards' phone numbers. It was clear that since she couldn't get ahold of Linden Nathan, she had called them instead.
Linden Nathan glanced at the caller ID, his thick brows knitting together. "Decline it."
'This is my time to see Cecilia. I don't want to see anyone else.'
Just then, the doorbell rang. A bodyguard moved to open it, but Linden Nathan suddenly said, "I'll get it."
He strode to the door, took a deep breath, and pulled it open.
Outside, Damian Hawthorne was dressed in a simple black jacket, standing there lazily. His features were sharp, and a smile played on his lips.
"Hello, Mr. Nathan."
Damian Hawthorne extended a hand to Linden Nathan.
'It's not Cecilia.'
A pang of disappointment hit Linden Nathan. He sized up the man before him, his brow furrowing slightly.
'So this is the man Cecilia likes?'
'He's handsome enough, I'll give him that. Even more so than that Miles Sinclair fellow. But his personality...'
