Summer found herself crumpled on the floor, her hair in a wild mess and makeup smudged all over her face. She was shaking as she lifted her head, her eyes meeting Grady’s, who sat there, legs casually crossed, looking like he owned the place.
“Who the heck are you? And why on earth did you kidnap me?” Summer's voice was sharp, cutting through the tension in the room.
She couldn’t quite place Grady, just a vague sense of having seen him before. Even in her past life, she only learned later that the Davis family was loaded, but how they made their money was a complete mystery.
Grady wasn’t shocked that Summer didn’t recognize him. They’d only crossed paths a handful of times, and she’d been pretty young back then. Forgetting him was understandable, and honestly, it was better that way.
With a slight smirk, Grady uncrossed his legs from the coffee table, stood up, and slowly approached Summer. His boots were silent on the carpet, only stopping when he was right in front of her. He crouched down, his demeanor casual but his eyes piercing. “So, who told you to mess with our Miss Mira, huh?”
Summer shook her head, instinctively scooting back. “Miss Mira? I don’t even…”
Her words trailed off as Mirabella’s name popped into her head. She’d only had a run-in with Mirabella today. So, this guy had to be from the Davis family, right?
Summer’s fingers clenched tightly. “Are you talking about Mirabella when you say Miss Mira?”
Grady's lips curled into a slow, deliberate smile. “Who else could it be?”
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