He knew one thing for certain: this woman was not the original Fourth Princess. The Yue Lian he had known was a girl of soft research and royal hesitation—this woman was a cold, calculating machine wrapped in silk.
He couldn't understand who she was or where she had come from, but as he watched her sleep so fearlessly in the den of her kidnappers, he felt a different type of obsession flickering in his eyes. It was a dark, possessive curiosity that replaced his previous anger.
He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw through the blanket with a touch that was terrifyingly soft. This time, they were not going to let this woman run away. It didn't matter if she was a princess, a ghost, or a demon from another world. She was theirs now.
**Meanwhile — Merchant District Office**
