Dylan's Worries

SATURDAY

Two black cars were parked in front of the house and it didn't escape Devyn's eyes. Those men in suits headed to their front gate along with a tall handsome man. A smirk formed across his cheeks when he checked the time on his diamond wristwatch.

Then one of his subordinates pressed the doorbell. At this moment, Devyn was already frowning on her way to the main gate. She crossed her arms and stood there. "Really? Dylan?" She rolled her eyes.

"Why do you need to bring your men here? I told you this is not a mission for you," The omega snorted, glaring at her brother. 

The men in black suits immediately bowed their heads and greeted the young lady of the Lowell Clan then they all swallowed when the last jus gave them a quick sharp glance.