James sat in the front passenger seat, nervously swallowing.
As far as he knew, Adrian had never been rejected by any woman in his life - whether in business, dining, or on bed. Christine was probably the first.
This was as catastrophic as the sun crashing into Earth.
And having witnessed the whole catastrophic event, James figured he'd probably get caught in the crossfire too.
The driver was smart enough to roll up the partition window between the front and back seats. Though by then, they had already heard most of what they shouldn't have.
Honestly, while James understood Christine's situation, he couldn't help but feel sorry for his boss.
Today, Adrian was supposed to meet with a Bellamy family representative about a private art auction worth 300 million. They had just arrived at the private gallery, got off the car, hadn't even met the other party, when James' phone rang briefly before getting cut off.
