Serena Stanton was still full of doubts when a new message popped up in the chat window.
Adrian: "Soon."
Soon—what does that mean?
It's not like she misses him, nor is she hoping he'll hurry back.
She stared at her phone screen for half a minute, making sure there would be no more new messages.
Serena replied: "Mm, good luck at work."
She put down her phone, looked up, and spotted a suit jacket and a dress hanging over the back of a chair.
She didn't have to guess to know Adrian had tidied up.
The worlds they lived in were different. Serena didn't understand what Adrian was thinking, but she knew he was a neat, decisive man—even to the point of being obsessive-compulsive.
He held grudges, always retaliated, operated strictly for profit—anything beyond money and power was never in his scope.
A born leader.
He carried himself with poise and restraint around most people, every bit the ideal top successor, meticulously cultivated by Syland's elite.
