A bright yellow Ferrari was parked at the hospital entrance.
Leo Joyce was leaning against the car. When he saw Amelia Avery emerge, he slowly straightened up, his lips curling into a wicked smirk. "My dear princess," he said with a roguish drawl, "if you'd taken any longer, I was about to go up and tie you down myself."
"What's the rush? I'm down now, aren't I?" Amelia Avery walked right past him, opened the car door, and got in. As she fastened her seatbelt, she asked coldly, "How is Gia Miller?"
Leo Joyce dropped his roguish act and leaned in to help her with the seatbelt. "Don't worry. I've already found a few of her old flames. They're 'attending to' her as we speak."
"Heh… A woman like her actually thinks she can be with Cassian?" Amelia Avery clenched her fists in anger and sneered.
