Chapter 392

Lillian stepped in front of Ethan Shaw. “Dad, I told you, he’s my—”

“Enough,” Mr. Davenport cut her off sharply, his eyes locked coldly onto Ethan. “I’m asking him.”

Even in his fifties, Mr. Davenport looked sharp. He wore a gold-toned traditional robe, his tanned skin and the fine silver-chain glas...