Evelyn’s P.O.V.

Riding President Aaron’s black Lamborghini was my wildest nightmare, and thanks to Zuriel, it turned into a reality. This was the result of my useless sympathy for Madam Stella, her screams for help melted my heart.

“You are not Madam Ruth Pfau. Control your emotions before they ruin you.”

I was literally plastered to the car’s door despite separate seats. Honestly speaking, how long it could take for a man like him to pounce on me.

“Zuriel is a nice man. I have known him since our college days.”

President Aaron kept his face straight; his green eyes were searching for something in space.

“He has some personal...