Chapter 23

The scene was oddly fitting, even though it really shouldn't have been.

There he was, having shrugged off his jacket, now just in a black shirt.

Elian had this air about him, like he didn't take dressing too seriously. For instance, he never bothered with the button at the top of his shirt, and he wore his suit with an air of nonchalance.

He carried himself with the grace and poise of someone from a wealthy family, yet there was a sharp

edge to his demeanor that didn't quite belong to the typical high-society heir.

But he hid that edge well. Even so, it still managed to seep through in subtle ways.

From what Miranda had heard, Elian was notorious in their circles for his ruthless tactics, yet he rarely made an appearance in social gatherings.

His reputation had been cemented from a young age when he once sent someone who crossed him to the hospital, something everyone knew about due to his wild nature.

As he grew older, this side of him only intensified. If he was in a good mood, everything was fine, but if his mood soured, no one could hope to preserve dignity in front of him.

called him the Ashcroft family's little tyrant.

made was calculated.

you think you could help me out, Ms. Hawk?" Elian hadn't touched his cutlery, simply watching Miranda as she dug into her meal. His

a bite. "Then I refuse

an eyebrow. "I've

Miranda kept on eating.

bad, it's

laugh. He propped his chin on one hand, content to watch Miranda eat her

carried a strange mix of indulgence and amusement. As if

suddenly, he said in a leisure

at him briefly, and then

advocate of single life. So you needn't worry, she's claimed you as her daughter. You're the heiress of

that she needn't carry any burden within the

purely because she genuinely liked her. With no marriage or children of her own,

circles. Compared

Elian probably already knew about

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