Chapter 4

"Do we... know each other?" I asked hesitantly.

The man chuckled quietly, let go of my mother, then took out a business card from his suit pocket and handed it to me. "Alexander Shea," he said.

The card was jet black, with just his name and a phone number in gold foil. The design was minimal, but it screamed luxury.

Alexander Shea—everyone in Vancroix's elite circles knew this name.

The Shea family was the only one that could stand toe-to-toe with the Goodwin family, and Alexander was the most mysterious and unpredictable leader of his generation.

He was ruthless, never…