Lyra's POV

“What?!” Her mouth dropped the moment she caught a glimpse of me.

“Lyra? No way!” She added and sat down nonchalant as if nothing was happening.

She crawled nearer the receptionist and all of the sudden the fire that was exuding from her entire seemed to have been put off.

“Why the hell did you keep her waiting?! When you should have simply informed her that Mr Sawyer is not seated in order not to waste her time,” she tried to fight the receptionist.

Meanwhile, I've pursed my lips as if she doesn't exist at all. I couldn't hide the fueling rage boiling in me as I only...