Chapter 123

• She dropped onto his chair and read the e-mail, her stomach knotting as the meaning sank in. It was from Dasan’s attorney and it detailed everything that Loring Vandohrn owned, from his meager savings to the quaint cottage he lived in.
• His comings and going were noted as well, confirming Dasan had had him watched closely. Recently, too, judging by the dates.
• The scuff of a shoe brought her gaze snapping up to his. The strong line of his jaw looked harder than granite, and his eyes were just as dark and emotionless.