"Hmm..." Evelyn Sherman was held captive in Chester Yale's arms. After a while, she began to squirm, draping herself all over him.
Not waiting for Chester Yale to pull her down, she puckered up and kissed him.
Chester Yale had no time to react before she had kissed him.
"Evelyn Sherman, behave..." Chester Yale pulled her down, his face dark and expression indescribable.
After a moment, his cold gaze swept toward Mr. Gomez, who was driving, and choked out a sentence from his throat.
"Give you ten more minutes. If the car doesn't arrive at the villa, you'll be developing new business in Africa tomorrow!"
Immediately, Mr. Gomez's nerves tightened and without a second thought, he floored the accelerator. The car, like an arrow released from its bowstring, instantly shot out!
"Whoosh—" the car stopped at the entrance of the villa.
Before the car came to a full stop, Chester Yale was already holding Evelyn Sherman and briskly entered the villa.
