With thoughts swirling in her mind, Shalma Hughes's eyes unconsciously drifted toward the tall, upright man standing there.
Ronan Fordham also caught Shalma's gaze directed at him. He couldn't help but shudder. Why did her eyes seem so eerie and inscrutable? Had he somehow offended her in the past?
He felt that in the past, if he had offended her, so be it. But things were different now. She was destined to be the Head of the Winslow Family, the most legitimate woman beside the leader of the Winslows. He absolutely could not afford to get on her bad side.
Just as the room fell into a cold silence, someone entered with an imposing, domineering presence. It was none other than Julian Winslow, arriving from Winslow Garden.
