Morrison had no idea what Lilian had been up to for the past year. At first, he had tried desperately to track her every move, but no matter how hard he looked, he found nothing. Eventually, he gave up and decided to simply wait.
Wait for the day she would return to this city. Wait for the day they would meet again.
Now, listening to the brief conversation between Lilian and her young driver, he finally realized the truth: she was a fashion model. The news made his blood boil.
Damn Bert—how could he let her take a job that put her on display for the world to see? And a model… photographers, cameras, posing, all those angles… just imagining it made Morrison's chest tighten with anger. Her beauty—he wanted it for himself alone.
Even before this trip to America had officially begun, he already felt a storm of fury brewing inside him.
