Chapter 59

"You got a death wish, talking about my girl like that?" Alexander Barron narrowed his eyes, clearly pleased that Summer Knight chose to rely on him, though her squirmy little fingers weren’t exactly helping him keep his cool. A light flush crept up his ears. "You think you'd even be standing on this island, or stepping foot in this villa, if William Frost hadn’t vouched for you? Get real." Alexander—head of the Barron empire, the absolute boss of City Q. Wealth, power, status—he had it all. The guy was untouchable. Now, just one icy glance from him and Charlotte White shut up instantly. "Didn’t you hear what my big brother just said? Why aren’t you scramming already?" Feeling bold with Alexander backing her, Summer popped out from his arms, stepping toward Charlotte with every word she spoke. "What? You trying to end up like Mrs. Thompson?" Summer hadn’t forgotten a thing from her past life. Grace Hill died because of her. She wasn’t about to let that go. No way she’d ever owe anyone