Their eyes met, and the smile on Zoe Rhodes's face froze.
"Heh." Jasper Hawthorne only paused for a second before his hand shot out, grabbing the little vixen and yanking her out of the elevator.
"And they said there was no proof."
"Well, look at this. The suspect delivered herself right to my doorstep."
"Gasp… Let go!" The collar tightened around her neck. Zoe Rhodes sucked in a sharp breath, clawing at his hand.
Mr. Vance's eye twitched violently, and he hurried forward to separate them.
"Young Master Jasper, please let go!"
"You've really got the wrong person!"
"Wrong person, my ass! I'd recognize her even if she were a pile of ash!" Jasper Hawthorne ground his teeth, glaring at Zoe Rhodes. "What's your name? Where do you go to school? I'm going to find you there and have a nice little 'chat' with your counselor!"
