“Dev…”

A sweet, sultry voice slipped into the air just as Devandra stepped into the lounge. He rubbed the stiffness in his neck after a long session of public speaking, then lifted his gaze.

Liora stood at the doorway, draped in a striking crimson gown that clung elegantly to her figure. Her smile was laced with meaning, her eyes gleaming with fire.

“Are you satisfied with your little performance just now?” she asked, striding closer.

Devandra let out a low scoff and tossed his jacket onto the chair. “At least the family’s satisfied. That’s what matters.”

But before he could add another word, Liora suddenly wrapped her arms around him...