Chapter 40

Zane’s POV I narrowed my eyes, watching Sylvia's back as she walked away. The memory of her on her knees, begging for my mercy, sent a thrill through me. Sylvia, let's see how long you can keep up that icy act. Pretty soon, you'll be utterly ruined—and I'll enjoy every second of it. I headed into the private lounge, rubbing my hands together, anticipation thrumming in my veins. Sliding up to my buddy, I grinned, "So, where's Ms. Frost? Didn't she say she'd show up? Haven't seen her yet." With Ms. Frost, you always expect a grand entrance. That's how these heiresses are—always craving an audience. My friend clapped me on the shoulder. "Relax. Everything's in place. I've got somewhere to be, but take plenty of pictures and send them to me later." As he walked out, I called after him, "Appreciate it, man. Once I get Ms. Frost, you'll definitely get your share of the spoils." Right then, Morgana was standing nearby and shot me a withering look, letting out a cold laugh. What an idiot—I bet