"Mr. Scott, Miss Foster is at the airport, and it seems she's preparing to fly to France..."
Kingsly Scott ended the call abruptly, tossing his phone aside, his face stony and resolute.
Just then, "Madam, you're back!"
He saw Luna Bennett standing at the villa's entrance, luggage in hand.
Seeing him, she hesitated, handed her luggage to the servant, and slowly approached him. "Kingsly."
Kingsly leaned back in his chair, his gaze relaxed as he watched her.
But his gaze only made Luna more anxious. Like a child caught misbehaving, she hung her head, saying, "I know what I did was wrong, but you can't be mad at me. As your partner, I didn't do anything wrong."
Kingsly stood up.
He looked at her with the commanding presence of a king, his deep eyes seeing through her as if any facade was pointless.
