Chapter 88 Inviting Me Out for Tea?

• Ronan Crest kept silent, his face calm on the surface, but a storm churned underneath. Beneath that unnaturally placid look burned endless fury. Late at night, a crowd barging into your home like they own the place—anyone would be pissed. Ronan was no exception.
• “He smirked, eyes flashing with mockery. You want me to come with you?” His gaze looked calm, distant, but there was a razor’s edge of killing intent buried deep in his eyes.
• The tattooed man fixed his stare on Ronan. “You’re Ronan Crest?”