"Mila?" Allison muttered, dropping the pen she was biting on noisily to the ground.
"What is she doing here?" Andreas asked, annoyance laced in his tone. He tried to look outside the room to see what his incapable son was doing and not kicking impostors out.
Lacie entered the room and locked the door with a click. She stood with her hands on her stomach and her eyes on alert.
"Mila, if you are back, you should return home. What are you doing here?" Andreas asked with a hard voice so he would appear like he was still in control.
Mila walked over to one of the chairs, the one opposite Allison, and she pulled it out quietly. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Milena Montclair—"
"Isn't she already divorced?" someone asked from the group of people sitting around the table.
