Andrew's POV
He was already at his breaking point. He had no idea what kind of strength he possessed to tolerate this woman for so long.
Right now, all he wanted was to find Vita and make sure the little rabbit was safe.
"Fine, I'll handle her," Andrew told Amara. "But you need to stay here, Miss Ian."
"Huh? Why?" Amara's lips formed a pout. "I want to watch you put that bitch in her place!"
"Because things might get violent, and I don't want you seeing me harm another woman. You're too pure and innocent for that," he explained. "Plus, you could lose your job for encouraging violence."
"Just wait here and let me take care of it, understand?"
Amara's cheeks flushed as she realized he was about to grant her wish. She really had a thing for guys like him—attractive, powerful, and willing to do her bidding.
Slowly, she let go of his arm and gave his back a pat. "Alright then, go do me this favor, Mr. Sinclair. Show her who's boss!"
