The door clicked shut with a finality that made my blood run cold.
"Isabelle, it's me, Ryan," the man I was struggling to break free from while trying to recognize him in the dim room said.
"Ryan?" Why did his name sound familiar?
"I'm taking off my hand now; don't scream. Nod if you understand."
I hurriedly nodded, the gears turning in my mind.
"What the hell were you thinking coming back here when we both agreed you were going to stay away until the marriage alliance was cancelled?"
I stared at Ryan, tongue-tied at the words that came out of his mouth.
My brain finally worked, and I recognized him from the album.
He was Joel's godson. He was raised for twenty years by the Quinns after his parents died in a plane crash when he was only seven.
Joel treated him like a son, and he was currently the CEO of the New York branch of Quinn Enterprises.
According to the note written under his name, he was like a son to the Quinns and a big brother figure to Isabelle.
