It was impossible to paint the expression on Seth’s face as he impatiently waited for the woman he had sent his driver, Robert, to fetch.
He had already glanced at his expensive watch multiple times, shaking his head every time he saw the time.
It was too late to meet with that woman now. Whatever reason Isabel Vergara had for ignoring his calls all day had better be good enough to satisfy him.
Seth exhaled heavily before dropping onto the single-seater sofa in his living room. Annoyed, he grabbed the whiskey glass on the center table, swirling the liquid in his hand before downing it in one gulp.
If someone asked him why on earth he wanted to see that woman this late, Seth wouldn’t have an answer. What was it about her, anyway?
Aside from being overly innocent, unsophisticated, and c
