"Boss, there's no way you are thinking of giving that role to Andrew so he could place it on a platter for that Carla who tried to harm your reputation so many times," Antonio said as he looked at Elara from the rearview mirror.
Elara, who had her head leaning on the windowsill and eyes closed, opened one eye to look at her bodyguard.
"What makes you think I am ready to give up?" She asked.
Antonio pressed his lips into a thin line.
"That man said he will withdraw the divorce," Antonio complained like a child who wasn't happy with the outcome of a film.
Elara smiled.
"I want to see him trying," she said.
Antonio but his bottom lip curiously. He could see that she was resting, but his mind couldn't rest until it had all the answers.
"What's going on in your mind, Miss Elara?" He asked.
Elara's lips stretched again, but she didn't open her eyes this time and got more comfortable in her seat.
