Georgia's POV
Hugo didn't look at me when he got into the car; instead, he sighed and glanced away. It appeared as if he was pondering deeply. He has a driver and many men defending him, but today it's just the two of us, and I sense something is wrong, and I sense something is wrong with his head right now; I have no idea what he's thinking.
"U-Uhm, where are we going?"
"Don't ask questions."
"Why?"
"Please don't ask more questions." He spoke quietly. Hugo only fixed his gaze on the road. Suddenly, I'm anxious, gulping slowly, and my eyes widen as I glance at the vehicle's side mirror. Because Chester is following us. What the hell is he doing? Did he realize Hugo Russo was the most deadly opponent he could face? In the blink of an eye, this man could kill him. I'm not sure how I c
