Victor's Maybach was parked at the back entrance of the hospital.
When I pulled open the door, he was reading through a stack of documents. Sunlight filtered through the window, outlining the sharp angles of his profile.
"Where to?" he asked without looking up, his pen scratching steadily across the page.
"Hawthorne Group," I said, fastening my seatbelt. "I'm taking back what's mine."
Only then did Victor lift his gaze. His eyes paused on the bruises at my neck, darkening slightly. "Like this?"
I took out a compact and touched up my makeup, covering the pallor of my face. "It's presentable enough."
******
The car came to a stop in front of Hawthorne Tower.
The security guard took one look at me and froze. "M-Miss Vale…"
I stepped inside in my heels.
Heads turned all at once. Ever
