Shattered Vows: Call Me Auntie Now novel Chapter 387

A sleek Rolls-Royce glided to a smooth halt at the hospital entrance.

Raymond Moretti stepped out, cutting a striking figure in a crisp polo shirt and tailored suit pants. Without him having to utter a single word, the innate air of nobility and the commanding presence of an absolute alpha radiated from him effortlessly.

Standing in the corridor, Dante Hayes watched intently as the entourage flanked Raymond out of the elevator.

He was dressed with a sharp, glacial elegance. His thick dark hair was slicked back flawlessly, highlighting a strong, angular brow and a jawline so ruthlessly sculpted it lacked any hint of warmth.

As he approached, one hand casually tucked into his pocket, his narrow, dark eyes locked onto Dante with a heavy, predatory gaze, entirely devoid of amusement.

Silas Vance had already given the report that morning: Raymond had departed from Emerald Cove, heading straight for the airport to catch a flight to Riverton.

Dante thoroughly scrutinized the man standing before him.

From his impeccable styling to his overwhelming aura, the man looked exactly like the elusive CEO of VGC Global.

"We meet again," Dante said coldly. "Raymond."

Raymond narrowed his dark eyes, silently evaluating Dante for a long moment before a faint smirk touched his lips.

"So, it is Dante. Why didn't you mention it at the banquet the other night?"

He added with a deliberate drawl, "It is quite rude to raise your voice at family."

Stung by the reprimand, Dante felt a spike of annoyance but kept his expression perfectly neutral.

"My apologies. I hope you can overlook it, Raymond."

Raymond nodded, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

"As long as you know your place."

With that, he brushed right past Dante.

Even though she had mentally prepared herself, Florence felt her chest tighten the second Raymond walked through the doors.

This brother she hadn't seen in twenty years bore a striking resemblance to their father in his youth, yet the icy, aggressive dominance he exuded was far more terrifying than their father's ever was.

She had heard the rumors. By twenty-one, he was a venture capital prodigy on Wall Street, a master manipulator of bond funds.

By twenty-three, he had leveraged his first fortune to co-found a high-stakes firm in the States, eventually routing his empire back to Harbor Heights to establish the untouchable VGC Global.

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