“Are they here for you, Brynne? That’s our boss’s bodyguard, right? The one he left behind for you.” She gasped and clutched at her heart.
Brynne frowned at her reaction and watched them approach the pier. The speedboat stopped, and Drake jumped out. He grinned at the sight of them, his gaze more on Daniella than on her.
“Hey, we meet again! Maybe we’re fated or something!” He chuckled at Daniella’s pissed-off expression.
Daniella stood with her hands on her waist. “What the f*ck are you doing here?”
“God! Are you a terrorist’s daughter?” asked Drake with a chuckle, leaning in towards Daniella.
She gave him a clueless look. “What?”
He shrugged. “You are, right? No wonder he produced a bombshell for a daughter!” His grin widened and even Brynne couldn’t stop the eye roll.
“Hah
