Crime? What crime? How is it a crime? Do they mean *that* kind of crime?
Zane Lynch and the others, who had been drowsy from waking up too early and feeling out of place with the ancestor-worshipping crowd, were jolted wide awake, instantly a hundred times more alert.
Everyone followed Arabella Donovan's gaze and landed on a man in his late twenties. He wore a white suit and gold-rimmed glasses, looking every bit the part of a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Unfortunately, no one sitting beside Arabella was from the Rhodes family, so for a moment, they couldn't guess how this man was related to Caspian Rhodes.
"What is it?" Caspian Rhodes appeared at Arabella Donovan's side at just the right moment, his voice low.
Arabella Donovan's eyes lit up. She pointed at the man who was chatting and laughing cheerfully with the person beside him and asked, "Mr. Rhodes, what kind of relative is he?"
