'Ding!'
The smooth, whisper-quiet chime of the elevator echoed as the polished brass doors glided open on the 22nd executive floor. Standing directly in the sunlit corridor with a warm, welcoming smile was Diego.
"Heh! I finally found you," Jillyanna murmured under her breath, a distinctly dangerous, mischievous glint flashing across her dark eyes. She was still far from getting over the fact that her meticulously crafted escape plans—which had taken months of silent preparation—had been blown to smithereens entirely because of his intervention.
She turned her head, fixing Travis with an eager, expectant look. "Can I punch him? I promise I won't hold a grudge against him anymore after a single punch."
Travis glanced from her to his vice-chairman, his face entirely unbothered. "Hn. Go right ahead."
