Timothy York was the picture of relaxation, but the moment he appeared, the tense atmosphere in the room ratcheted up abruptly.
It wasn't as if Summer Thorne hadn't imagined a situation like this before.
But it shouldn't have been today, and it shouldn't have been now.
Before she could even sort out her own complex and indecipherable emotions, she sensed the utterly cold, grim, and murderous aura radiating from Mason Crawford—
He truly hated Timothy York to his very core.
Before Summer Thorne could react, Mason Crawford had already shoved her aside, turned, and strode toward Timothy York.
Timothy York's posture remained relaxed, but as Mason Crawford drew closer, his gaze slowly darkened and focused.
It was as if he, too, had long been waiting for this moment.
However, just as Mason Crawford was about to reach him, Timothy York suddenly turned and headed for the door.
Mason Crawford seemed to pause for a moment, glanced back at Summer Thorne, and then followed him out.
