Intimately she spoke, "Chester, I haven't seen you for so long, I miss you so much..."
"..." Chester Yale frowned, his demonic pupils shining with deep disgust. However, thinking of Evelyn Sherman standing behind him, he clenched his fists and refrained from pushing Misha Evans away.
"Miss Sherman." The butler greeted Evelyn, who was standing at the staircase.
"Bang—" A muffled sound followed the butler's voice at the stairway entrance.
Evelyn missed a step and slipped down two stairs, fortunately managing to grab the handrail and steady herself in time.
She raised her head to look at the two people embracing each other in the living room, feeling as if her heart had been gripped tightly for an instant!
"Who is she?" Misha's beautiful eyes narrowed, she raised her chin arrogantly and glanced at Evelyn, sizing her up.
In her four years of knowing Chester, Misha only knew that he was a talented, noble, and charming man who had even managed to tame the tycoon's unyielding elder.
