Chapter 63 She's Mine

Before Brian Mosley could touch Violet Leach, his arm was suddenly gripped with immense force. Brian followed the grip up his arm, meeting Wesley Merritt's intense gaze. Wesley's expression was icy, his inherent nobility exuding an aura that compelled respect. Brian's confidence wavered. He had expected the man to cower under his glare, but it was he who hesitated. Wasn't this just some lowlife Violet had hired to provoke him? How could someone who supposedly sold himself for money have such a commanding presence? Especially that natural elegance—like someone from the upper class. Impossible. He was overthinking. He knew nearly everyone in S City's elite circles. He had investigated this man—no such person existed among the city's upper echelons. So the man was pretending. Convinced, Brian's expression turned contemptuous again. "Let go!" Brian demanded. Wesley's dark eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint appearing. "She's mine." Three words—staking his claim. Violet froze, surprised. She i