Nicole sat in her car, her nostrils flaring up like she had run a marathon, her eyes were fixed on the building across the street — Elm Group, standing tall along the busy road.
Her hands gripped the steering wheel, her finger tapping on it, Not out of boredom. But out of pressure. Out of waiting too long for something she couldn't ignore anymore.
The street was busy as People walked by. Life moved. Not at that moment, she had a lot to do and say to Kingsley Elm who thought he was some Alpha.
Then, the familiar black car pulled into the Elm group, entering the garage. Pretending like nothing was broken and nobody was hurt and they were living a casual life.
Raymond stepped out first in a calm manner. Then, Kingsley, who was sitting in the back seat also followed — slowly, but seemed distracted, checking his phone like he had no idea what was waiting for him. His brows were knotted, and his eyes were unusually deep as if he hadn't gotten any bit of sleep.
