Later that day…
Mila returned to the mansion. As she walked in, she noticed Dominic speaking with Lucas in the hall – their voices low. It seemed that they had been discussing something important.
"The client is quite important. If we cracked this deal, this war would be in our favor." Lucas' voice still reached her ear. "But he can't speak English. We need someone who can speak Mandarin."
Dominic saw her walking in. But the moment he lifted his gaze to her, she looked away. A faint crease formed between his brow.
She crossed the living area, heading toward the stairs without breaking her stride. She didn't greet them, acknowledge them, or even glance at them.
Dominic's gaze followed her every step. He expected her to pause and look at him. But she didn't, not even once.
'Is she avoiding me?'
His fingers curled into balls on his knees unconsciously. He almost stood up and strode over to her, but Lucas' voice stopped him.
