CHAPTER 57
Ava’s POV:
I paced the dark room with anxiety coiling my insides. My eyes were up to the ceiling as I stared at the intricate designs but not looking at them. My mind raced a thousand miles per minute.
My heel clicked against the white linoleum floors, each sound threatening to drill a hole into the ground.
“Madam Ava, you'll ruin the floors with your shoes.” Lior’s voice made me stop in my tracks, my shoulders tensing in uncontrolled anger and disgust.
My neck spun in his direction before my body followed. My eyes roved his entire body like I was looking at a peasant-like. He was stuck under my Louboutin heels.
“When I need your opinion, Lior, I shall ask for it,” I hissed out, stressing his name with disdain in my voice. “For now, shut the f**k up.”
Silence fell ov
