"Well, Dylan Collins may rule Wallam, but let me tell you, I rule Dylan Collins." Hallie Morgan's delicate white hand rested on the wooden armrest, her body subtly angled, her pupils oozing with audacious arrogance...
The colour drained completely from Dylan Collins' face...
However, Hallie didn't cast him a single glance...
Just as everyone was looking in Dylan Collins' direction, expecting him to slap this brazen woman to her death right there in the room, to erase her from Wallam completely, they saw his expression contort for a moment, forcing his clenched fist into his trouser pocket. Then, turning his head, he spoke coldly to the two women, "Do you want to leave on your own or should I call someone to remove you?"
The two women, their expertly applied makeup frozen on their faces, forced a smile, witnessing this dramatic scene.
Who on earth was this woman and was she indeed ... his world?
"CEO Collins..."
"Where is everyone, come in and clean up."
