Chapter 223

As the door swung open, a loud, booming laugh echoed through the room, and I spotted the guy sitting at the head of the table.

Wait a second... he looked familiar.

Steve jumped in with the intros. "This is Cole, my cue sports buddy and good friend."

I stared at the guy, and it clicked—Cole Drago. Thorsten's son, and now the head honcho of VastReach Group.

I'd looked him up before. Turns out he was into snooker and even won some amateur snooker championship.

Back then, I never would've guessed he and Steve were connected, let alone that they'd be this close.

"And this must be your friend?" Cole said with a grin.

His tone was friendly, but something about it sent a chill down my spine. His record might look squeaky clean, but his dad? Not so much. There was no way he would be as perfect as he seemed.

Guess it's true what they say—you can't judge a book by its cover.

"Keira, just call him Cole from now on. If you ever need anything or run into trouble, go to him," Steve said, pul