Amelia walked out of the villa to the gate with shaky legs. Thankfully, her jacket had a small lapel, otherwise, she would've had to cover the neckline with her hands as she walked.
Upon getting into the car, she sat in the driver's seat, rested her head on the steering wheel, and took a long breather, yet she still felt a lump in her throat.
She had originally come over to retrieve the Rochester Group order, but not only did she fail, but she was also scrutinized and harassed.
What was most infuriating was the demand to transfer Carl's household registration under the name of that jerk.
Her body was in turmoil, thanks to Daniel Cooper, the heartless lunatic who had sucked out every ounce of her energy.
Now all she wanted was to return home, crawl under the duvet, and get some good rest, but her father would obviously sense that something was amiss.
