When the sun rose, Asher was ready. He had questions and craved their answers. But

fate decided otherwise.

Alice barged into the penthouse. Her strident voice woke Asher up painfully. He recognized Zahra’s voice.

“What’s happening here?” Asher asked with a hint of worry. Zahra stood from her seat. Her expression remained impassible.

However, Asher has improved in reading the omega’s body language. Zahra was obviously irritated.

“Nothing,” Zahra said, straightening her dress. “I was waiting for the driver to come pick me up when your mistress arrived,” she said with a saccharine smile.

It did not reach her eyes. Instead, fire gleamed in the seemingly bored gaze.

“Mistress?” Alice...