"Young Madam, good morning."
"Morning." Tara Summer didn't pause, she walked straight out the front door.
The bodyguards around the car fleet outside the villa saw her and immediately bowed in unison, shouting together, "Young Madam!"
Frowning, and frowning again, Tara Summer's brows were almost knotted, but she remained calm. When she got to the middle of the elongated luxury car, a bodyguard had already opened the back door.
Without thinking, Tara Summer jumped right in, thinking she'd be alone. However, Liam Yancey followed suit and got into the same car.
The limousine had a large interior with opposing rows of seats, five meters apart. They each sat on one side, and although there was a distance between them, Tara Summer still felt an intangible pressure.
