Angel gazed vacantly at the road while the taxi raced toward her home, her mind swirling with a whirlwind of thoughts.
The unexpected sound of the driver's voice, declaring that they had reached their destination, snapped her back to the present moment.
"We have arrived—this is your home, ma'am," the driver mentioned as he stopped the vehicle in front of the gates.
Angel stepped out of the car, her gaze wandering aimlessly as she walked toward the entrance. The house loomed in the distance, but her feet moved on autopilot, her mind still clouded.
Then, a sudden noise snapped her out of her daze—a sleek car pulling into the driveway. Angel stopped in her tracks, her eyes narrowing.
Was Tryson back? She frowned, confusion bubbling up.
Before she could speculate further, the car door swung open, and out stepped Ana, Riley's ever-present assistant.
