Chairman Ward's eyes darted between both of us.

I wanted to believe it was a dream but it wasn't. The Chairman had always spoken about his son all the time. The handsome boy who had grown up with his mother after the Chairman had undergone a divorce.

It was no wonder that Vincent wasn't bearing his father's surname. Instead, his surname was Vale.

“You two know each other?” the Chairman asked, his brows lifting.

Vincent’s gaze held mine for a heartbeat too long, his ...