Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Meanwhile, Sasha continued speeding on the highway after blacklisting a few people from getting in touch with her through the phone.

However, that was merely a waste of time since there were only a mere few who truly cared about her.

Buzz! Buzz!

“Hello?”

“Ms. Wand, where are you? We have gotten in touch with the person in charge of Wells International! He has agreed to grant us an audience with him as long as we’re able to reach his office before twelve o’clock!”

Jenny, the secretary, had made the call to share the good news with Sasha.

Upon a simple glimpse at her watch, Sasha frowned since it was almost ten o’clock in the morning.

It would take her three hours to make her way to Horington from Avenport. In other words, it was a mission impossible for her to reach the person in charge since she only had about two hours.

Nonetheless, she wasn’t given much of an option, so she told Jenny, “Alright, tell him I’ll reach his office before twelve o’clock.”

“Alright, Ms. Wand!”

Thrilled by the great news, Jenny hung up the call with a bright grin.

Within a few minutes, those from the operational department thought they had finally made it and couldn’t wait to share the great news with the others.

he was on his way back after showing Roxanne the

the operational

must say I’m impressed! I can’t believe she has the guts to

need to stop making

Luke paid no heed about it and made his way upstairs to

immediately after she hung up the call, Sasha accelerated the car, speeding her

mile/hour which could be deadly

took a deep breath and started praying it would stop snowing soon. To her surprise, it was the exact

her way out of Avenport, it started snowing heavily. She couldn’t even see the road

stepped on the brake, she

in fear of not making

no choice but to go really

she was glad it was still in the morning. Although there was a heavy snowstorm, the road had yet to freeze. Thus, it wasn’t much of

a car almost ran into hers when they were at a

of cursing the driver, but

his car swayed off the road and

Oh, God!

in the middle of a conference, wasn’t

an attempt to calm himself ever since Roxanne’s departure. The conference lasted for an

charge of the memo of the

have some sort of bad news! Those from the operational department told me that they couldn’t