With that said, Ronan Fordham and Thea Grant helped the young assistant escort Jasper Hawthorne out of the private room.
As soon as the others left, Shalma Hughes cast a cold glance at Julian Winslow, who stood before her. His refined features seemed even more alluring with the faint flush of alcohol tinting his cheeks. But the moment she recalled what she had heard today, her already chilly gaze clouded with anger.
"Since Serenity Tower belongs to you, Mr. Winslow, there should be a place for you to rest here," she said. "I'll be leaving first. There's still a pile of work waiting for me at the company."
With that, Shalma turned to leave.
But the moment she did, her hand was seized. Before she could break free, she was yanked into an embrace.
His signature minty scent, mixed with the aroma of alcohol, washed over her.
Julian buried his face in her hair. Breathing in her natural, delicate fragrance, he asked, "Are you angry?"
