Yara Keats clearly had no interest in hearing any of this.
Even though Ivan Gray was nearly losing his composure, she just gave him a fleeting glance and tried to walk past him.
But Ivan blocked her path once more.
Yara sneered. "It would have been better if you hadn't stopped me. Seeing you this anxious just makes me even more curious about what dirty little secrets are in there."
"Whatever is in there, it's Mr. York's private business." Ivan stood his ground, looking as if he would rather die than let her pass. "No matter what, he's your brother. Can't you show him even an ounce of respect, just this once?"
Yara's only response was a laugh—a laugh filled with utter contempt.
"I don't remember having a brother, and I certainly don't remember my brother ever teaching me the meaning of respect. So your words are wasted on me."
