Forty-five minutes away from Gavriel's mansion, Aliana drove swiftly towards Van Empire, yet every corner of her mind remained hopelessly occupied by him.
She had barely managed to sleep throughout the entire night and could only blame her overactive thoughts that had relentlessly replayed every single word he had spoken the previous evening, along with the cruel deadline hanging over her like a blade waiting to fall.
At least, thanks to Nigel's frantic wake-up call and Winston's remarkable attentiveness in preparing a fresh set of clothes for her, she would still make it to the office just in time.
While leaving his mansion earlier, she had not caught even the slightest glimpse of the devil himself. Leaving her uncertain whether she would see him at the meeting with Archon Group or not.
But honestly, that was the least of her concerns right now, because whether she liked it or not, she still had to meet him before eight tonight if she intended to give him a final answer.
