No wonder she was so upset with you to the point that she fainted!

Glancing at the clock on the wall, Eve cursed under her breath. Time was running out and the stipulated time she gave the men to attack Emma was almost exhausted.

Just then, a slender figure clad in just a white towel wrapped around his waist with the tattoo of a roaring lion on his left bare chest walked out of the bathroom at the side and glanced at Eve then at the broken phone on the plush carpet.

He had heard her scream from the bathroom and knew she was throwing one of her tantrums again.

The man walked past Eve and opened the closet, "What has got you so worked up?" He asked as his dark eyes scanned the clothes before him.

Eve glanced at the man through the mirror and scoffed, "Not like you care."

The man smirked as he reached for a dark green leather jacket, a white shirt, and black pants, "Does it have anything to do with your golden career?" He asked and Eve turned to glare at him.