"Ugh, your girlfriend is here," Whitney said to Aleysia, her gaze fixed on the car that had just pulled up in front of the house.
Aleysia's brow furrowed in confusion, feeling a little bit annoyed. "Girlfriend? What are you talking about?"
Jamal's expression grew serious as he spoke up. "Ariadne Eveangelou. She's the one parked out there."
At the mention of that name, everyone comes to where Jamal and Whitney stand, staring at the window. Jamal knows exactly who the younger woman is—the one behind the power of the Johnson conglomerate; even his company CEO bent over to do whatever she wanted.
Medusa walks from the car toward the house; her appearance is far different from the formidable persona they had witnessed before. Dressed in simple blue jeans and a white shirt, her wavy black hair framed her face in a way that was both striking and captivating.