His gaze still riveted on his beauty, Joaquim paid no attention to the convention that was taking place very close to him or to the incessant greetings that people threw at him. Stirring his glass of whiskey with one hand, he tried as best he could not to show his anger which was increasing every moment.

“Mr. Kantag. Called a voice behind him.

Unconcerned, he turned to face the man he had wanted to kill for nearly an hour. Despite the fact that he wanted to kill every man who laid his evil eyes on her, this one deserved a much worse punishment. What was he thinking when he chose...