More and more people gathered around. Ann tried to pull her hand out of Brandon's.

He held her in a perfect degree. His grip was not too strong to pinch her, and he would never let her break free.

Brandon looked past Eddie and down at the woman behind him with a cold smile. "Mr. Clinton, you'd better send the woman behind you home. It's not your style to leave your date alone at the party."

"Style can change at any time, especially for Ann. It all seems so natural, doesn't it?"

Brandon's deep eyes narrowed slightly. Anyone who knows him well knows that it’s a signal that he is...