Chapter 530

• The two men drew too much attention. The moment they walked in, every eye snapped to them. In the entertainment world, they’d rank at the top for looks—could even rival Felix Brooks—three totally different styles, each striking in its own way.
• Joaquin Latham looked almost the same as the last time they’d met. Those narrow, fox-like eyes cut sharp; when he looked at you, his gaze hit like a hawk’s. His pupils were dark and deep, his nose high, and his lips—slightly drained of color—pressed into a line.
• He was trying hard to rein in that bone-deep chill he carried, but people still didn’t dare get close or meet his eyes.