Time slipped by, and in the blink of an eye it was already early the next morning. Nia Mitchell jolted awake from her sleep and rubbed her eyes.
She was still lying on the sofa in the Living Room, and over by the Entrance Hall, the CEO's slippers were still there.
He hadn't come back.
Nia's face was deathly pale, exceptionally haggard.
She picked up her phone. No missed calls.
Which meant that after Mom went to the Royal Dynasty Hotel yesterday, she still hadn't called back.
What did that mean?
Did it mean this whole thing was actually true?
She sat there weakly, rubbed her face, then got up from the sofa and walked straight out of the mid-levels Villa.
Outside, the sky was barely light, the wind carried mist, everything was hazy.
Grabbing the car keys from the Entrance Hall, she headed straight to the garage, got into a Maybach, and drove away.
She was supposed to report to Star Media today, but in this situation, there was no way she could calm down enough to go to work.
