Just as Bonnie's finger hovered over the call button, her car began to slow down on its own. She had lost all control.
Before she could react, several vehicles sped past and quickly boxed her in. Her door opened from the outside, and a man leaned in with a respectful tone.
"Miss Wesley, the young master would like to see you."
Bonnie gripped her phone tighter, her lips pressing into a firm, unmoving line.
In the dim glow of the night, the phone was gently taken from her. The man handed it off before motioning for her to step out. She was led toward a sleek black car parked just ahead. Its passenger remained inside.
She didn't move. Her face was icy, unreadable. One of the men reached out and opened the car door for her.
From where she stood, she caught a glimpse inside, two long legs clad in tailored trousers, and a hand with slender fingers resting on one knee, tapping lightly in a calm, unhurried rhythm.
"Miss Wesley," the man prompted again, his voice soft.
