"I will ask you again, princess, do you want it?"
Adele nodded and in response, Ilya flashed her a wicked and dangerous smile. So beautifully deadly that had her heart shuddering involuntarily.
She understood Ilya was the kind of man who never let an opportunity pass unused… and she was sure this was probably one of those attempts to make her learn from experience, hone her confidence, and establish herself.
She had expected today her task was only limited to observation, but there was a voice in her mind that was whispering to her, telling her that Ilya wasn't of the same mind.
What did the reporter throw out? Revenge dress? What did he mean by it?
She was shocked. Utterly shocked. She looked down at her lovely off shoulder blue dress, which was bundled around her. She did not… she totally had not seen that coming at all! Never thought of that in the least, she would be mistaken for her mother.
