Greg's POV
I couldn't still presume I was the one actually doing this, obeying little Gianna and running down the stairs like mad.
All my existence, I have never said sorry to anyone before, nobody, none, neither have I cared if someone forgives me or not, but I don't know why it always differs when it comes to Gianna.
I ran down the stairs, running like a bolt of lightning just so I could beat the time Gianna assigned me.
Author's POVS
The maids stared at Greg running down the stairs like they had seen the impossible.
All his burly securities were awestruck, seeing their almighty boss, scurrying like a flash of light.
They wondered what could have fizzled out.
His friends who had just arrived like few seconds ago just to visit, all stood mouth agape wondering what was after their
