Inside his luxury vehicle, Michael was resisting the impulse to fly across the state lines and strangle Evelyn Sin. He sat heavily against the leather interior, a thick cloud of smoke swirling around his imposing frame. Hearing the older brother's defensive confrontation, his voice remained entirely devoid of warmth, laced only with an icy detachment. "If a woman deliberately concealed your own biological flesh and blood for more than four consecutive years, actively spinning a web of lies to keep them from you, how exactly would you react, Brother Alen?"
The sharp question caused Alen to instantly freeze, his mind involuntarily flashing to the image of his own new bride, Vivian. If she ever possessed the audacity to execute a deception of that magnitude against him... he knew with certainty that his own fury would completely dwarf Michael's current reaction.
