Even in the faint hue of the evening’s moonlight, the fiery lines on her forehead were visible. Her shoulders were tense as she turned to stare at him.
“Running away, returning home. Whatever action you see fit. Mr. Axton.”
A smirk formed at the corner of Angel’s lips and Elena’s fists balled by her sides. She could feel the anger she’d thought to have kept under control, slowly returning.
A sudden flash of blinding light lit up the driveway as a black Bentley geared up in the distance. Then stopped smoothly just in front of Angel.
The chauffeur dropped and came around to help him in and Elena watched as Angel’s lips moved, saying something to the chauffeur who turned around, and walked towards her with a smile. “The boss has asked that you join him in the car, Miss Chantelle.”
Elena
