Chapter 4 Troy Chandler was Jesse's only grandson , and after graduating college , he'd never amounted to much - a glaring contrast to Julian When Jesse heard the suggestion , his expression darkened . Marry his grandson off to Julian's cast - off ex - wife ? What was Vida thinking ? " Fine , fine . If you two have already ly made up your min minds , then as t voice stem and cold . Julian , I just hope you don't regret this . " Regret ? Julian's eyes flashed with disdain . the old man here , I keep my nose out of it " Jesse turned to Julian , his Divorcing someone like Caitlin was the best thing that could've happened to him - regret had no place here . Especially now , since he held that brilliant proposal in his hands . As long as he used that plan to successfully sign with Sylvester Group , the Chandler family would control Silverhawen's future . It was late - well past midnight Caitlin walked alone down the empty street , backpack slung over one shoulder . She pulled her phone from her pocket , about to call a lideshare , when a faint cry for help drifted through the quiet air . " Help ! Somebody , please ! Caitlin's ears pricked up . She quickl quickly pinpointed the direction of the voice and broke into a run . The cries led her to a shadowy alley , where she caught sight of a group of thugs comering a young woman . The girl's clothes had been tomc pale skin flashed stark and vulnerable under the harsh streetlight.2 " Let her go ! " Caitlin's shout cut through the night . " The girl looked up immediately . Through the glare , she could just make out a slim figure standing between her and her attackers - a woman in a baseball cap , posture relaxed but ready , her face hidden in shadow . She seemed to appear out of nowhere , a guardian dropped into the darkness . The girl's eyes filled with desperate hope . " Please … please help me ! " The thugs turned around . Seeing that their new opponent was just another woman , the tattooed leader's lips curled into a leering grin . " Well , look what we have here , boys ! Looks like it's our lucky night11 The others laughed , all malice and anticipation . Caitlin's voice was cool and steady . " Let her go . Now ! The tattooed man's gaze grew even uglier . " And if I don't ? " B He punctuated his threat by groping the terrified girl.X Caitlin didn't waste another word . In a flash , she launched herself at the group . She moved fast and hit hard - before the girl could even process what was happening , half the gang was already sprawled groaning on the ground : Seeing his crew decimated , the tattooed thug pulled a pocket knife and pressed it to the girl's throat , his eyes wild . " Don't come any closer or kill her ! " The girl's terror returned in a crushing wave . She could feel the sharp blade nick her skin - a sting of pain , cold and real . Caitlin's senses were still recalibrating after her recent ordeal , and her new body wasn't exactly athletic . She'd used up almost all her strength just now . As she weighed her next move , a small stone suddenly shot from the far end of the alley , striking the thug's knee with a crack He collapsed with a howl of pain . In that instant , a man swept into the fray - a striking figure in a crisp white shirt , sleeves casually rolled , forearms corded with muscle . He moved with lethal efficiency , dispatching the remaining thugs in a matter of seconds . Caitlin seized the opportunity , hurrying to the girl's side . She shrugged off her jacket and draped it over the girl's shoulders , shielding her exposed skin . Her voice was gentle , assuring " It's all right . You're safe now " Her words were like sunlight in winter - melting away the last of the girl's fear . The girl clung to her , sobbing in relief . " Thank you … thank you so much . T If Caitlin hadn't shown up , tonight would've been a nightmare with no end . With a final thud , the last thug hit the ground . The man in the white shirt fished a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and meticulously wiped his hands , though they were spotless . The moonlight cast a silvery glow across his chiseled features . He glanced down at Caitlin , eyes sharp and cool , his deep voice edged with a smooth bantone . " Impressive moves ." W Caitlin met his gaze For a split second , she was caught in those fathomless eyes , dark and piercing He was almost unnaturally handsome - aristocratic lines , elegant and cold , with a presence that seemed to chill the very air . His stare was unyielding , like a predator studying its prey , all restrained power and danger . Yet Caitlin didn't flinch . She looked right back at him , utterly unafraid , her tone almost casual . " Not bad yourself ." ' !! She wasn't intimidated ? C Surprise flickered across his face . The man's name was Gordon Sylvester