Zane Thorne had always kept an eye on Natalie Vaughn, marking the time the moment she left the private room. It had been almost half an hour, and she still hadn't returned. That's why he couldn't resist coming out to look for her.
Sure enough, something had happened.
Genevieve Joyce immediately reported what she knew, and Zane Thorne cast a glance at the so-called President Warren. At this moment, he wasn't in the mood to deal with any small fries.
"Natalie Vaughn."
"What is it?"
Natalie turned her head, a bit guilty, her hair disheveled from the scuffle, her face flushed, and her breathing slightly labored.
"Come here."
The man's voice was deep, tinged with anger. When Natalie looked up, she met his deep, pitch-black eyes. His hands were in his pockets, looking lazy and nonchalant. Outsiders might not know, but Natalie knew that Zane Thorne was angry.
She could even guess why the man was angry.
