“Maja, I don’t care what the hell you’ve taught Cornelia, but you’ve got to put her back on the straight and narrow, or I swear I’ll end you.”

Omar’s tone was venomous.

Maja had no doubt that if she refused, Omar would not hesitate to pull a gun on her.

So she remained silent, casting a mocking glance as the car sped toward the hotel.

It wasn’t until they reached the hotel lobby and the receptionist treated Omar with the utmost respect that Maja realized why Omar knew about Cornelia and Antonio’s secret rendezvous. The hotel was owned by none other than the Casson family.

It was like a stab in the heart.

From the moment Cornelia had decided to abort her child, Maja knew that this woman was capable of great things.

Omar, holding the room keycard, stepped into the elevator, his expression noticeably off-kilter.

Maja stood by his side, noting his trembling fingers that missed the elevator buttons multiple times.

She thought, “Served him right, the bastard deserved this.”

Maja watched coldly, making no attempt to assist.

It took Omar a solid ten minutes to finally hit the right floor button.

Upon reaching the Presidential Suite where Cornelia was staying, he raised his hand to swipe the keycard open the door.

But he didn’t dare.

Cornelia had already faced death once, and now Omar had his reservations.

He began to worry that his constant pressure would only push her further away, but he couldn’t stand the thought of her entangled with another man.

They might be inside that room right now, on the windowsill, or in the bathroom, just like she used to be with him.

around

of her affection was so evident, Omar was certain that no matter how far he strayed,

for three minutes before handing the

“Maja, you do it.”

the keycard back at him.

the wall with

Maja by

you asking for

door swung open and Cornelia,

eyes narrowed. She grabbed a

have the chance to dodge, or more accurately, his mind

head,

released Maja, staring

however, didn’t spare him a glance as she rushed over

Pennyfeather, are you

her head, rubbing her throat and

air was heavy with

then Cornelia turned to Omar. “Get

drawn to the inside of the

in disarray, clothes strewn about. It was

be heard from the bathroom.

as if a string in his head had snapped, he

“You’re coming with me!”

into the webbing of his

in silence as she

a while, Cornelia let go,

go with you, Omar. If you truly care about me, stop

how many exes he’s

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