Chapter 99

Camila suddenly noticed there was another man standing behind Beckett-a tall, lean guy around thirty, cold aura and full of edge. His face was almost too good-looking, sharp and distant, with gold-rimmed glasses that somehow gave his arrogant vibe a strange touch of refinement. It shouldn't have worked, yet on him, it oddly did. Though he was talking to her, the guy's eyes never left Sullivan, staring him down like he wanted to cut through him with his gaze. Even through the glasses, that dangerous glint was crystal clear. Sullivan stared right back, his dark gaze locking with that cold fierceness. That was Paul-Prescott's most trusted right-hand man. He and Dirk had been with Prescott long before he rose to power in Ashvale. To Prescott, those two weren't just subordinates, they were like family. Sullivan hadn't met Prescott face to face, but he'd crossed paths with Paul a few times. The guy was no joke-just as ruthless and intense as Prescott himself. Sullivan didn't move. He just tu