lass. He was supposed to be mee
d him. "Sir," Kristoffer murmured, noticing th
rough the chaos, landing on Chloe's face-the fla
m his memories. Especially the small, crescent-shaped sc
. That scar had been there in the old photograph-the same p
ked Kristoffer to find someone. He neve
" he said, his voice
Chloe Watkins, sir. Twenty-four years old, a
et, his eyes scanni
he Watkins family," his expression change
s from the Beaumont f
to place. The age, the adoption records, th
ne describing her occupa
sed to sit beside him, filling pages with chil
hese years, she
r. He had
hing ended in this ta
w shoving each other, trading vulgar insults. Chloe trie
glacial. The temperature i
ristoffer to intervene
xpression changed when he saw the caller
e phone, claiming she had terrible st
on's face. The damsel in distress
r me," he told Chloe. "I'll be b
"Don't you touch her!" Then h
nly made things wors
bing his hands together as he advanced on C
r back hit a cold wall. Th
ed to step in, but Guss's
one try to stop me t
stoffer asked
torm. He watched the trapped, helpless
istoffer. He didn
pensive suit, as if preparing f
Kristoffer. "I prefer to
e, each step steady and powerful, car
o a corner by Guss. She squeezed her
oulder, a large, well-defined hand shot out and
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