Author's POV

"You can think whatever you want! But you need to first finish your dinner in front of my eyes…" Eric declared calmly while his face didn't show any emotion in this phase. And the next moment, he put the tray on the table.

Angela thinks he is sick from the mind. As she replied.

"It's not going to happen…Eric!"

"I'll eat only when you let me leave this place!" Her eyes filled with determination while Eric raised his brows with a cold smirk.

"Do you think so? You are on stage to negotiate with me?" His words are full of power as he takes a few steps toward...