"You actually have the nerve!"
Nancy Monahan strode to the front of the stage, her eyes spitting fire as she locked a death glare on Rhys Crawford, who sat in the front row. Attending this auction was her last-ditch effort. Recently, the Monahan Family had restricted her significantly; she only had two hundred million on hand, but she had to secure the nano-materials. If she failed, she wouldn't be able to keep her position as the Young Lord. Not only would her status in the Monahan Family plummet, but she also wouldn't be able to save her brother, Milo Monahan.
Rhys Crawford lounged lazily with his long legs crossed, his posture totally slouched and informal as he cast a sideways glance at the furious woman. His attractive eyes gleamed with mockery and provocation. His half-smile seemed to answer her, "I do have the nerve. What are you going to do about it?"
