When There Is Nothing Left But Love

“Is she looking for John?” I pursed my lips in displeasure.

Ashton placed his hand on the steering wheel and raised his brows. “Seems like it.”

Things were about to get interesting.

“C’mon. Let’s go watch the show!” I got out of the car and strode toward the company’s lobby, going after the skimpily dressed Yvonne. Even if she was here to see John, she should at least have the decency to dress properly. But the way she was dressed right then seemed out of character, even for her.

“Miss, do you have an appointment?” Yvonne was stopped by the front desk.

“I’m looking for John. Don’t even try to stop me.” Yvonne seemed slightly off and everything the front desk personnel said to her fell on deaf ears as she rushed in.

However, she seemed to have overlooked the fact that there were security guards here. She was hauled out of the lobby by them and politely warned against trespassing. Otherwise, they would have no choice but to get physical with her.

However, Yvonne remained undeterred. Even the security guards’ stern warning failed to get through to her and once again, she charged into the lobby like a madwoman. The guards were startled but quickly formed a barricade outside the entrance.

Seeing that there was no way to enter, Yvonne panicked and started yelling hysterically, “John! I want to see John! How dare you stop me? When I see him, I’ll make sure he fires all of you!”

remained unmoved. Ashton and I watched for a while longer and grew bored. I simply took out my

me a minute. I’ll be down soon,” John said over the phone and I could

response, not surprised that he assumed I was calling to rush him, when in fact, I wanted to

for a moment before

give him a direct answer. “It’s getting late and I’m starting to feel hungry. You should come down as

giving me a perfunctory response before ending the

to be interested in such matters, Ashton was looking

entrance, but no one paid any attention to her. I surmised all the employees were given prior notice

black coat over his suit. As the president of the company, he certainly looked his part with his cold and

the top of her lungs by the entrance. He looked at me with a faint smile. “Did you wait long?

of answering his question. “Aren’t you going to deal with that? You’re not worried that it might damage your

at Yvonne beyond the entrance with a look of disgust in his eyes. Turning back his gaze to me, he said blandly, “This woman is stepping more and

toward the entrance, stopping in front of

ran toward him but was stopped by the security guards. Vexed, she yelled at them angrily, “Are all of you blind? I know Mr. Stovall! Why