Chapter 63 The Lost Heir

• Nyssa’s eyes fluttered open, her feigned unconsciousness abandoned as Deon leaned closer, his grin full of malice. The dim glow of the car's interior highlighted his sharp features, making him appear almost otherworldly.
• “Finally awake, are we?” Deon drawled, his tone mocking. He leaned back into his seat, studying her with cold amusement. “Perfect timing. I’ve been dying to tell you something.”
• Nyssa’s expression remained impassive, but her mind churned. Whatever game Deon was playing, she wouldn’t let him win.