The servant rolled their eyes and said, "The President usually comes back early on Friday evenings. Let me call him for you."
"Thank you," said Aurelia Shaw.
Aurelia sat cross-legged on the sofa, her slender and beautiful fingers flying as she typed, her peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, a sharp cold light flashing in her eyes.
She didn't know why Adrian Cooper had trapped her here.
She had originally just speculated, speculating that Adrian Cooper didn't want her to leave. After all, a high-ranking president had no reason to trap an ordinary woman.
But until this afternoon, until Adrian Cooper invited her grandfather over to distract her, she was one hundred percent sure that Adrian Cooper didn't want her to leave.
It might even be... he doesn't want her to inquire about Mason Nightshade.
Could something have happened to Mason Nightshade?
No way! Mason Nightshade has always been very capable, not to mention this Mason Nightshade is five years older now!
