"Ah, impossible!" Francesca Lewis shuddered. Impossible, how could Ava Morgan possibly end up in jail.
"Mrs. Morgan, it's true..."
The waiter had just started when Francesca Lewis, already trembling with rage, swung a slap down: "Bitch! If it's true, I'll have people shut down your whole café—"
"Ava is the Morgan Family's precious jewel. The Morgans will never let you people off easy."
…
After hitting the café staff, Francesca Lewis left surrounded by Bodyguards, got into the luxury car, still fuming.
"Madam." The Maid tried to soothe her, "Please calm down. That shameless Bennett only knows how to seduce the President and has dragged our young miss down with him. You losing your temper now won't help, it won't solve anything."
If Ava Morgan had been arrested on an ordinary day, it would be easy to handle.
But right now!?
The one messing with her now is His Excellency the President.
