Chapter 558

• Hila
• “Thank you for saving my family,” said the Boss in his rasping baritone, leaning back in his chair, the narrow-eyed, hooded gaze never leaving her face.
• Hila met the steely gaze and tried not to flinch. The man carried an undeniable arrogance, a sense of power. Added to that, was the sexual aura about him, like a cloak that made women want to throw themselves at him, to be used by him, for she doubted that he knew what it meant to be tender, to be loving.