The long golden wooden shelves were standing with their necks upright, perhaps the fear had been induced in them when Ronan Ross stepped inside the flower shop.
Anyone in the shop, standing against the shelves perhaps felt a shiver within the walls and every metal item. Of course, the land of New York city had acknowledged its ruler and trembled beneath his feet, as if an earthquake had occurred.
'I will see how long you can pretend to remain calm, Ronan. You think I do not know that you have already acknowledged something suspicious about me.'
Renna scoffed inwardly, though the lady was absolutely accurate in her hypothesis. How could not she comprehend Ronan's tricks and see through his working ways, after all she had remained his wife for long.
They both moved towards the first shelf starting from the full walled window, from where the young mafia king had been keeping an eye on her activities.
