An extended Rolls-Royce crawled away from the building.

Charlotte sat in the backseat, admiring the ruby necklace. It was almost the same as the one she sold, except for the gemstone color.

'Aren't you sick of staring at that?" Zachary looked at her while swirling the wine in the glass elegantly.

He couldn't take his eyes off her. His gaze traveled from her porcelain skin, up her flawless face and rosy lips that would make a grown man lose his mind.

He teased the hem ...