The bright light was stinging as Adeline sat up on the bed, rubbing her eyes. A soft breath fled her nose, and she glanced around the room, her face wrinkling into a frown.
She'd been hit with the recollection of last night's incident.
A deep groan exited her throat, and she settled her feet down on the floor, standing up from the bed. She stripped off her dress, took a relaxing bath, and wore a nice outfit consisting of simple gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt.
Adeline left the bedroom and walked down the hallway. Her brows couldn't help but furrow a bit in confusion.
Looking through the huge glass window, she could barely glimpse more than five bodyguards.
Why? There were usually more than twenty bodyguards patrolling the compound, so why were there less than ten bodyguards today? Did something she wasn't aware of happen? Mr. Petrov wasn't around, and neither was Dimitri.
