The navy blue Bentley, halted in front of the large skyscraper, which was home to Adrian’s pent house.
The chauffer gently announced through the intercom system fixed in the car, for smooth communication between the chauffer and the passengers.
“We have arrived at the Sarmiento residence.”
Diana heard the chauffer announce. She could barely makeup the scene outside the car, since the windows were heavily tinted and the streets had been kept dark.
Diana had started to get an unnerving feeling over the past few days.
She had noticed that Adrian had stopped driving her around lately.
He was having her driven mostly by his chauffer and there would be high privacy kept in between those rides. Diana did not even know who was driving the car. There would be a black shield wedged up between
