Hallie Morgan hadn't expected Dylan Collins to come here.
His leather shoes stamped authoritatively on the ground as his proud form moved forward. Wearing an aura of nobility tinged with an ethereal charm, he stood half a head taller than Elijah Moore. His figure was so formidable, it seemed like he was standing between heaven and earth, making him seem extraordinarily aloof.
He was the epitome of dominance.
Aria Morgan couldn't help but shudder.
Why would he be here? Hadn't he had enough of Hallie and left her to her own devices?
The last time she was framed by the company, Dylan didn't help her at all. Surely that means they had already fallen out?
But he is here now?
"Why are you here?" Hallie asked, looking puzzled.
Lia, on the other hand, had lost herself to excitement, gripping Hallie's arm and almost knocking her over.
"Is it Dylan Collins? Is it?"
Hallie turned and gave Lia an exasperated look.
