But she was in a terrible mood.
Ashley Bowen averted her gaze, her eyes drifting down the lavishly decorated hallway before finally settling on the door to their suite.
After Morgan Sinclair unlocked the door with his fingerprint, he carried her straight inside and set her down on the living room sofa.
She sat there, her nerves stretched taut, watching him and wondering what he would do next.
A man followed him in. She recognized him as the translator—or perhaps he was a bodyguard.
"Your Highness, these are all of Yanwei's identification documents." The man handed Morgan Sinclair a thick folder.
Ashley Bowen watched in a daze as Morgan Sinclair opened the folder and took out a driver's license and passport.
He glanced at them and a smile touched his lips. He crossed the room in a few steps and sat down beside her.
"This is your new identity," he said, handing her the driver's license and passport.
