Drussilla frowned as she slowed the Jeep when she spotted paparazzi and journalists from afar gathered around the building.
"Seems like they got a whiff of you getting out of jail, Mr Reginald." She guessed right.
Without wasting time, she took another path and maneuvered out of there.
Reginald didn't look bothered by it, he just enjoyed watching his mate who looked serious at the moment.
She was the perfect definition of boss lady.
She glanced at him when she sensed his continuous gaze on her.
She took a shortcut which led her to a safer location which was close to the office before turning off the engine.
"Why didn't you just let me face them?" He inquired and she faced him.
"Because I'm not ready to act as a bodyguard," she answered.
"I'm my own bodyguard, Beauty."
He let her know and she blinked several times before slowly nodding her head.
"What?" He frowned at her.
