On a private jet, Julian took Elena to their destination city, where the opening party for a new branch of his company was to be held. Evander, of course, was also included.
Elena sat with Julian, but her gaze could drift to Evander, who was seated behind them.
"Have you chosen a dress, darling?" Julian asked.
Elena briefly lowered her eyes, breaking her gaze with Evander. She then turned to face Julian.
"I have," Elena replied, locking her eyes with his.
Julian frowned suspiciously and turned his head to look behind him. But the seat there was empty.
Evander was no longer there.
Julian refocused on Elena. "Do you think your bodyguard needs a new suit as well?" he remarked with a smirk, gently swirling the wine in his glass.
Elena scoffed. "Isn't the impending jet lag intoxicating
