Ryan Crawford hadn't spoken a word. His chilling, piercing gaze swept around the room before finally landing on Nina Crawford. He had heard every bad word she said about Iris Dalton from the doorway. She seemed to harbor a deep hostility toward the girl.
The young girl clenched her hands tightly, her eyes filled with earnest expectation. "Ryan, did you come home this time to celebrate my birthday?"
Her eighteenth birthday was just two weeks away; he must have prepared an expensive gift. In truth, she didn't care about the gift; she just wanted to get closer to Ryan. Among the Young Masters of The Twelve Noble Clans, her brother ranked first. Whenever she mentioned that she was Ryan Crawford's sister, others would always look at her with awe and envy.
