Chapter 443: The Art of Controlling Men!

He was the kind of man who reeked of carefree arrogance from head to toe. A tousle of airy, wind-tossed hair framed a face that wore mockery like a permanent expression. A fitted black Armani suit hugged his tall, lean build, and his polished dress shoes caught the light, flashing with a sharp, almost irritating glare. He stood quietly on the thick branch of a big tree outside the window, looking down at Gordon Yale and Ayla Scurr with a teasing glint that made the skin crawl. Ayla's brows knitted...