d, her cheeks burning bright red. "W

ing his posture, and walked briskly back to his desk to hide his sudden

her eyes beh

rnally. Slap me in the face o

Baxter, Angelo's Chief Executive Assistant,

r five years. He was fiercely

the legal documents for the reverse t

sofa, looking at Frank. A wave

th, the CFO-who is secretly working for Georgina-is going to frame him for ste

n. He froze. The gold nib pressed so hard into the

onto Frank, but his mind was spinning with

er the intense stare. "Boss? Is

rn paper and handed the folder back. "No error. Frank, effective i

his training kicked in. "Unders

usly low. "And Frank... put a shadow team on the CFO. Track eve

alized there was a traitor. He n

n the sofa, scr

ating the CFO? Did Frank secretly report something to him earlier? Or...

his coffee mug, taking a sip to hide his face. He co

ate landline on hi

r ID. His jaw clenched. It

the speak

ter, filled the room. It was

ed through the speaker. "Georgina was humiliated at the banquet to

he office tu

. The visceral terror of her past life-being screamed at,

d her knees, pulling herself into

we go back to the estate, Georgina will find a way to kill me.

. His blood ran cold, then boiled with a protect

of any filial respect. "Mother. We will come back tonight. But we

ore she could scream again, Angelo sla

slowly dropped to one knee, lowering his physical heig

is large, warm hands over he

ertainty. "Do not be afraid. I am here. No one is going to touc

lipped down her cheek. The storm was coming, but for the