Worthy of being this country's leader, the aura and pressure he carried were something ordinary people could never compare to.
"Miss Shaw has been on the plane for so long, you must be tired. I've already arranged a room for you in the Presidential Residence, you can rest as soon as we get back," Adrian Cooper said slowly.
He lifted his eyes and glanced at Ava Thompson, whose eyes were shining as she stared at Aurelia Shaw. His brows furrowed slightly, and his tone was as stern as an elder scolding a disobedient child. "Just now Maverick Spencer and the others said you were charging around recklessly and running off on your own again."
"Adrian, I was wrong." Ava lowered her head; she was most afraid of Adrian Cooper scolding her.
Adrian Cooper beckoned to her. "Come here, sit over on this side."
Ava shot Aurelia a pleading, reluctant look, then spoke in a negotiating tone, "Adrian, I want to…"
