Roxanne jolted in alarm and froze in her movement but still instinctively looked in the direction of the passenger scat.

After getting a good look at the person’s face, the scowl on her face deepened. “What are you doing. Mr. Farwell?”

Devoid of expression, Lucian shut the car door. “Nothing. My car has broken down. And coincidentally, I happened to see you here. Please drive me back, Ms. Jarvis.”

The chilling aura surrounding his body was almost palpable.

Well aware how the ...