"Mr. Winslow?" Faye Fordham asked, puzzled.
Shalma Hughes glanced at Faye and nodded.
"I'm eight years younger than Mr. Winslow, so I don't know him that well either. In my memory, he has always been like this—he doesn't talk much and keeps his distance from everyone, even Master Winslow and Dowager Winslow. It's as if nothing matters to him, and because nothing matters, no one has ever seen him lose his temper. He seems to be in control of everything, yet no one knows what's actually going on in his mind. Madam! Did you know that among all the young masters of the clan, Mr. Winslow is the most formidable? Even my brother is no match for him," Faye said, her eyes brimming with admiration.
The most formidable...
What did that mean? Ronan Fordham and Faye were both trained fighters. Could it be that he was as well...?
"Are you saying your brother was defeated by him?" Shalma asked.
