It was Philip Payne.
When Vivian Linton had just returned from abroad, she had organized a class reunion.
That day, Philip Payne and Yvonne Thorne had ganged up to humiliate her.
"It's all right." Philip smiled at her. "Long time no see."
Even though Philip's smile was polite and gentle, Holly still felt a flicker of instinctive wariness.
"Right."
She gave a cool acknowledgment and started walking toward the elevator.
There was no need to waste words on someone insignificant, let alone someone who had been an adversary.
In response to her coldness, Philip tucked his hands into the pockets of his white coat and simply smiled without saying a word.
Holly entered the elevator.
The moment the elevator doors slid shut, the smile on Philip's lips slowly faded.
In its place was a sinister, cruel curve.
A towering hatred filled his eyes.
At that class reunion a few months ago, he had merely led the charge in mocking Holly for a bit, and Tristan Sterling had retaliated viciously.
