The next day…
"What's wrong with you?" After their morning meeting with her staff, Zoey glanced at Angelo who was left in the office with her. "You didn't return or answer my emails the whole day. You only returned at night with that guy. Don't you want your company to bloom? Earn tons of money and you know what I'm about to say." He berated, staring at his boss whose mind was wandering somewhere else all throughout the morning meeting.
"Not now, Mom." Zoey rolled her eyes, her words laced with sarcasm. "Of course, I know my responsibilities. Something unexpected happened, so I didn't reply okay?" Zoey added, leaning back lazily.
"Something happened?" Angelo raised his brows, narrowing his eyes as he stared at her suspiciously.
"Apparently, she was held captive by the authority under murder suspicion." Suddenly, Ivan's voice reached their ear. He was taking a nap on the long couch -- his favorite spot.
