Silas Thorne had a vicious tongue. Liam Wentworth was the only outsider present, and with Jonathan Thorne's arrival, Silas didn't dare act too presumptuously. But his expression...
...made it clear he was cursing up a storm internally.
"Mr. Thorne," Joyce Monroe greeted him.
He nodded and took off his glasses. A layer of white fog had formed on the lenses due to the temperature difference between inside and out. He was nearsighted—not severely, but things were inevitably blurry without his glasses.
Joyce Monroe nudged Zoe Monroe's arm. "Zoe, this is the eldest brother of the Thorne family."
"Mr. Thorne, this is my sister."
"Mr. Thorne," Zoe Monroe said politely.
He was tall with a powerful presence. His composed and intimidating aura made it difficult to look him in the eye. Zoe Monroe had always felt that people who reached high positions within the system were always particularly prim, proper, and utterly inscrutable.
