Chapter 52: Scars Beneath the Ice, The Hand Behind the Feng Shui

The drive back to the Lashbrook estate was uncharacteristically silent. Terrance Lyson, who usually took every opportunity to verbally spar with the icy beauty beside him, now sat with his gaze fixed on the passing city lights, his mind a whirlwind of cold fury and intricate planning. The information Liana had provided wasn't just a key; it was a sledgehammer that had shattered his previously flippant approach to Joy Lashbrook's condition. He had seen her as a challenge, an amusing conquest,...