Nikolai's face morphed into a mask of cold fury, his eyes blazing with anger. The thought of Vesper laying his hands on Adira hit him like a thunderbolt and made the air around him cackle with his emotions.
How could he? How could he lay his hands on his Adira?
He visualized him ripping off her shirt and making her scared. How dare he?
His breathing was ragged, and his chest heaved with the depth of his emotions.
Lowering his gaze to his desk, he asked in a low and dangerous voice: "Did he... succeed?"
"Not at all, sir! He stopped as soon as I stepped in. Thankfully, I arrived just in time. I promise, he didn't go far," Yvonne answered quickly.
Then, in a swift move, Nikolai stood up, grabbed his car keys and stormed out of the room.
Yvonne was frightened. Where was he going?
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