"Hello." Charlotte Allison replied, only then noticing his right eyelid was injured, blood had crusted, his eye slightly swollen, and it was difficult for him to keep it open.
The abrasions on his cheekbone were severe, with gravel still clinging to his skin.
Yet, it was as if he didn't feel any pain, pulling open the rear seat door, getting in, and sitting quietly, his gaze fixed on Lucas Quinn in the passenger seat, a glimmer of joy in his eyes.
From his demeanor, Charlotte Allison discerned two words: brother complex.
Recalling the evening Lucas Quinn talked to her about the Quinn Family, mentioning this half-brother, he had only said one sentence: "He himself isn't much of a threat, but easily used as one."
Comparing it to what Lucas Quinn mentioned about the rest of the Quinn Family, Charlotte sensed at least he harbored no malice toward this half-brother.
