Augustine’s POV
As I stepped into the banquet hall of one of our hotel branches, I realized that everyone was dressed in formal attire and I was dressed in a short sleeved shirt and sweat pants, honestly I did not really give a damn right now, I was more concerned with finding Heather and making sure she was okay.
I scanned around the room and then suddenly I got sight of her seating with a guy with a mop of copper hair, from where I stood it did not look like she was enjoying his company, I saw her roll her eyes many times.
I walked towards them and heard the guy suggesting something that made me want to knock his teeth out, anger coursed through my veins, just who the hell was the bastard.
I saw Heather stand and the guy stood up along with her, his hand stuck out and latched onto he
