Chapter 606 Scent on the Wind
- Zara Frost’s brows pinched tight, and her face soured fast.
- She had a decent impression of Marcus Crawley, sure. But this was her family’s factory at the Frost estate. She was the boss here. Was she supposed to just swallow her pride?
- She shot out her hand, ready to slap Marcus’s wrist away, and snapped, clearly pissed, “You—what the hell are you doing?!”