Joyce Monroe's voice was gentle as she spoke, slow and deliberate, ensuring everyone could hear her every word.
Twice?
Letting the wolf in the house?
There were only a handful of people in the old residence's living room. Excluding the two bodyguards, Silas Thorne, and his assistant... it was self-evident who the wolves were.
Was the old matriarch the one who brought Ryan Roth and Jasper Quinn here?
A peculiar glint flashed in Silas Thorne's eyes, but he remained silent, only casting a cool glance at Jasper Quinn.
'A wolf?'
'So much for Jasper Quinn. He'll never have a chance with Joyce Monroe in this lifetime!'
'He's well and truly out of the picture now.'
Meanwhile, Eve Hughes, who had just processed what was happening, was filled with shock. Preston Monroe felt the blood rush to his head. His hands clenched into fists as he turned to look at his mother.
"Mom, don't you think you owe me an explanation for this!"
