Santos was done duscilussing with his business partners. He made a toast to them with their glasses of wine clicking against each other. He took a sip, then his eyes glanced back to where he left Camilla.
The chair was empty. Her purse lay on the table beside her drink but she wasn't there.
Where the f**k did she went to?...
"Did she go dance with some random bastard?." He muttered inwardly. A jaw thickened in his muscles, his brows knitted together in anger.
That b***h!. He will so much deal with her for leaving her seat without informing him.
"Excuse me, Ryder" he uttered. He gulp the whole content of the drink and dropped the glass on the tray which was carried by a male waiter.
He took steady strides towards the empty seat. His cold unfeeling eyes met with that of Gerald and the
