Approaching his waiting black limited SUV outside, Zane slipped into the back seat. He had only returned to fetch an important document for a crucial meeting—only to stumble upon things he certainly didn't find appealing.
Her quiet change in coldness, and another man who was bold enough to take her away as if they shared a relationship he knew nothing about.
"Have you been keeping a close watch on Selina these past weeks?" Zane asked, his voice stern as his dark gaze met Damien's reflection through the rearview mirror.
"Yes, boss. Every report I gave you is accurate. She hasn't left the mansion, nor has anyone visited her," Damien replied firmly, still keeping his eyes on the road.
Zane paused, his fists tightening on his lap as curiosity gnawed at him, breaking through his restraint.
"If she has no male friends, then what's her relationship with that punk—the man she just left with?"
