A black Bugatti was parked outside the Queen's Bar, the liveliest bar in Los Angeles City. Inside the luxury car, Andrew and the president patiently waited after trailing Bella and her colleagues all the way there.

"Boss, should we go in now?" Andrew asked.

"No," the president answered without batting an eye, staring at the bar's entrance. "Let her have her fun. We'll just wait here."

"How long should we wait here then?"

"Until they come out."

Andrew nodded and pressed his lips together. He could not help thinking about how much the president had changed since marrying Bella.

'The president was just an emotionless machine before. Who would have...