Unable to reach him by phone, Nevaeh began to grow anxious.
"Hussein, what if something happened to Cassius? He hasn't come back yet," she fretted. Why else would his phone be unreachable?
But Hussein only shook his head, showing no trace of worry.
In fact, he secretly felt a hint of relief seeing the young mistress so concerned about the young master.
To him, it was obvious, she cared for him deeply.
"Don't worry, ma'am. The young master is fine. He's just busy. And with Frank and Girard by his side, there's no need to be concerned."
Hearing this, Nevaeh's heart settled a little. After all, Cassius was always surrounded by people loyal to him.
What could possibly happen? Besides, even if she worried, what could she do? He was a powerful CEO.
How could she help him?
Just then, the sound of a car pulling up outside broke her thoughts.
Nevaeh quickly rushed to the door, hoping it was him.
The door of a sleek Bugatti opened, and Girard helped Cassius out.
