At this familiar sigh, the two people standing on either side of Arabella Donovan straightened up in unison, their ears perking up.
As mentioned before, Victor Donovan and his son were merely targets thrust into the spotlight. A major figure was pulling the strings behind the scenes.
Vincent Vaughn wasn't that major figure, but he was that person's sharpest knife.
Don't let his youth fool you. Each of his deeds was more criminal than the last.
Timothy Donovan and that other Mr. Donovan merely set traps for people. Whether orchestrating their debts or isolating and bullying them, they could only be considered indirect aggressors.
This Mr. Vaughn was different. He actually had blood on his hands—and not just from one person.
The color drained from Beatrice Donovan's face. She almost couldn't stop herself from stepping forward to slap the cuffs on him right then and there.
