Realizing escape was impossible, Evelyn gave up. She closed her eyes and leaned against the far door, keeping as much physical distance between them as possible.
Back in the apartment, Alexander sat on the sofa, staring at the wrecked living room in devastation.
Evelyn's heart wasn't with him at all; otherwise, why would she have been so eager to leave? The only reason she was with him, the only reason she had agreed to marry him, was because of Michael. She had wanted to make Michael regret his actions, but her heart was still too soft to truly be ruthless to the man she loved.
Rubbing his swollen temples and wincing at the bruises on his face, Alexander pulled out his phone, dialed his secretary, and began issuing instructions.
At the luxury hotel, had it not been for Michael's undeniably handsome, refined appearance and tailored suit, the front desk clerk would have called the police on the spot.
