Nicholas Sawut was a tall, undeniably handsome man. Despite his age, he still retained an incredible hairline, his grey hair strengthened his visage, and to boot, he kept himself in shape.
He had nothing like a chiselled chest or bulging biceps, but just the fact that his stomach fat was on the low end was already a major victory.
My words got the sketchy billionaire to turn to me, and he went straight to the point, not hiding his tolerance of me.
"What do you want?"
"My assistant should have already briefed you on my goals."
"She hasn't."
"You haven't," I looked away from the man to the woman beside him.
While Nicholas was in his swimming trunks, through her moment of captivity with the man, Nadia had managed to keep on most of her clothes.
For today, she dressed in a black suit, the left side of her skirt cut to reveal some skin. It was what she had on when I last saw her.
