Isabella looked at the news on her phone and shook her head at the news. Her poor brother in law had been wrongly named Demon. As far as she was concerned, Demetri Frost was as far from a demon as possible, he was such a homely man, only interested in Nora and his plants. Meanwhile the man in the news right now was a different story.
"How? How did he manage to look so delicious every morning, when he was out partying all night? That slave driver."
She moved around the room with her phone gripped in one hand as she gathered her clothing for laundry day and continued to grumble," That slave driver. When does he sleep?"
It was baffling. After a week of working for Ian Frost, she knew the man worked harder than any of his employees. While they clocked off for the day, he was still working. Even last night, she'd left the work after earning some overtime, while Ian Frost had still been pouring over some security plans for upcoming events.
