Third Person's POV
Lately, Seraphina had been seriously questioning if Mortimer suffered from a severe split personality.
And tonight, his mental fracture had clearly reached an uncontrollable peak.
Before seeing Dash, Mortimer was grinding his teeth with pure hatred, radiating enough bloodlust to shred the guy to pieces.
But the second he actually met Dash face-to-face? Not only did he miraculously adopt a dog as his little brother, but he also practically rolled out the red carpet to invite the mutt into his Alpha estate.
It wasn't like this cold-blooded tyrant took one look at a stray puppy and got instantly conquered by its charm, right?
Hearing the apartment address from Seraphina's mouth, a mocking sneer flashed in Wilmot's eyes.
He stomped the gas pedal straight to the floor.
