Trust who?

Chapter 55

ANGIE POV

I was doing my morning routine, jogging through the street of Las Vegas.

I've been doing this for the past six days since Damien asked me to return home.

I was still jogging along the way when a Mercedes Benz which was black tinted, recklessly pulled over a few meters away from my stance.

I froze with a lot of thoughts running through my mind, even though I wanted to Sprint off, my spirit and my legs refused to.

Did Damien send someone over to get me?

Although I was scared I remained unmoved and faltered.

I waited for three seconds, the sounds from my heart sounding like a click.

The door from the passenger down opened, and I was astonished at the very sight in front of me.

He shrugged his head in a cone sign, and without hesitating, I sprinted towards him with a smile written on my face.

"Angie, was it my father who had given you so much freedom to roll around the street of Las Vegas?" He asked in a sharp and funny tone, with grips on the steering, his lips falli