Lazar's POV
I was nervous. I could not stop sweating in places I thought were impossible to, although the air was cool and the air conditioner was on.
I could see her questioning gaze as the faint sound of Miriam’s footsteps echoes across the polished marble floor while she explores the penthouse.
The corner of her lips twitched ever so slightly, her curiosity spilling over into every corner.
I watched her from the side, mimicking her walking step while pretending to be relaxed, but the truth was I was anything but relaxed.
I could see the suspicion in her eyes. One moment it was gone, then it was back again when she asked me why I followed the back entrance instead of the front entrance.
I was a mafia lord, keeping a poker face and lying was part of my job but I was caught off guar
