"Ding." A few photos came in on my phone—Titus Quinn being plied with alcohol by several women, then going into a private room with them.
...
O'Connell Family.
Yulia O'Connell was holding a contract, looking a little dazed. It was one of the many companies under Cole O'Connell's name.
An employment contract for a jewelry company.
"What are you giving this to me for?" Yulia propped her chin with one hand, lounging sideways on the sofa. Her nightdress only barely covered the tops of her thighs, and her long, dewy legs were casually draped there.
Cole had hesitated for a long time before taking out that contract. All these years he'd never even considered letting her get one inch out from under his nose; no man was allowed to get close to her.
Terrified that the little princess he'd raised with such care would get abducted again, that there'd be another Nathan Knight.
