Ronan Ross, perhaps had went insane, well, accordingly Niall. The mafia king who never bothered to do a useless thing, which could never bring him any profit, was now chasing a woman!
Renna felt her heart being overflowed with a deadly poison, maybe a venom of love. She felt her heart clenching as if a recently healed wound had opened its slit to puke out the pain.
"Do not worry about that matter, I'm not leaving her at any cost and she would not come to know about you as well."
Ronan's intent stare followed every single movement of muscles on Renna's face.
"What is the price?"
Yes! Exactly.
Renna knew that what trick Ronan Ross was trying to pull out of her. But if the mighty Lord wanted to play then why should not Renna Amaryllis proceed with the show?
The heiress intentionally hit the right spot for which Ronan, himself was waiting impatiently. But what it could be?
Money. Yes!
