Ray couldn't help but laugh.

Three defenseless women, thinking they could outmaneuver a man like Desmond Vane?

He wasn't actually Desmond, sure, but the genuine article couldn't hold a candle to him anyway.

"Heh, don't worry—I promise Desmond Vane won't lay a finger on you," he said.

The three women blinked in surprise, not expecting a single sentence to seemingly checkmate their host so easily.

But before they could feel any relief, Ray added, in a low, teasing voice, "But I'm not Desmond