After leaving Vespera, Aria Joyce didn't ask President Kane to take her home.
Sitting in her car, the thought of Ian Shaw made her feel like she had just eaten shit. The more she thought about him pestering her these past few days, the more nauseated she became.
But she was also furious. 'Does that bastard Ian Shaw really see me as just like those other women? The kind who's so easy she'll jump into bed with anyone after a few sweet words?'
The more she thought about it, the more her stomach churned.
She had to stay far away from Ian Shaw from now on. She would have absolutely no more contact with him.
'After this banquet, I'll just assign someone else to the LK project. Tristan doesn't care anyway, so there's no point in me handling it personally anymore.'
Sighing, Aria Joyce started the car and drove off.
For some reason, she suddenly remembered the banquet tomorrow night. Tristan would probably be there too.
