CHAPTER 17
Anon was still absorbed in his inability to read Ada's thoughts. He didn’t notice that Agatha had approached him. He twitched a little when she called his name.
“Mr. Stark!”
Anon’s cold amber eyes shifted from the stage to his arm, where Agatha’s hand crawled to get his attention.
“Agatha,” Anon furrowed his eyebrows and his eyes as dark as dawn when he looked at her. He had lost interest in anything else. At the moment, Ada was the center of his attention; anything else could wait until he sorted out her mystery.
On the other hand, Agatha was unaffected by his coldness and disinterest; even the rage in his gaze no longer worried her. She presented herself in front of him because of her surprise.
“Mr. Stark, I would like you to meet Count Randolph DaVoltaire, the Presiden
