The young man stood there, casual yet domineering. Sophia and Christopher both turned toward the door.

Matthew was positioned among the crowd, hands in his pockets, radiating an elegant bad-boy vibe that made him stand out.

Christopher had to hold back—he couldn't mess with Matthew. "Mr. Reed, this is a Rolls-Royce Ghost we're talking about. Someone has to pay for their mistakes, whether it's Sophia or someone else."

"I'll buy it." Matthew pulled out his card and tossed ...