C312 Duke Kane.

Sanya.

Banyan Tree Resort.

"Relax a little," the man in the pale suit murmured, his voice a suggestive whisper near her ear.

The woman instinctively stepped back, a subtle movement that did not escape the man's notice.

With a slight shift in his gaze, he courteously retreated two steps, chuckling softly, "Clarissa, you're too tense."

Her hands clenched