She went directly to her fiancé's penthouse, removed her clothes and put on some comfortable pajamas. She got a key on his penthouse since he insisted. She had no energy to drive back to the mansion. She texted him and took a photo of herself in his penthouse. In just 10 seconds he immediately responded.
Her phone is ringing and frowns on the number. International number of her crazy suitor who wanted to assassinate her. Or more like, to kidnap her. She hangs up and she receives a message.
Darling, I see that your fiancé is just a tycoon.
"Asshole." She said aloud, throwing her phone on the couch and sleeping.
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He reaches his penthouse and looks at the traces of scattered clothes on the floor. Even her panties in bras are on the floor. He put his brief case on the table, removing h
