"Alright, that's enough. We're all just out here trying to make a living. It's not easy for anyone." Though she said that, Chloe Coleman's gaze turned cold, and her fingers dug deep into the clothes she was holding.
Yara Quillan deposited all the money she'd earned that night onto her bank card. She didn't have time for dinner and rushed back to the villa. When she saw the lights were still off, she let out a small sigh of relief. 'It seems Henry Lester is still at the office.' She took out her key, opened the door, and reached for the light switch. But before she could flip it, a deep, sensual voice cut through the darkness from the direction of the sofa, laced with a cold, questioning tone. "Where have you been?"
Yara Quillan was so startled she froze on the spot, her hand still on the light switch, forgetting to flip it.
The tall, imposing figure was already approaching. Thinking fast, Yara Quillan suddenly squatted down, clutching her stomach.
