Ashley Bowen's feet felt like they were made of lead. She glanced back pitifully at the glass elevator. 'I never should have acted tough and said I'd leave on my own,' she thought, 'I should have just insisted Yuri Sinclair find someone to pick me up!'
Kicking herself, Ashley Bowen opened her phone's contact list, only to find she didn't have contact information for a single person from the Sinclair family.
'I've been married to Yuri Sinclair for over a month, and I don't even have my own husband's contact information…'
'Not a single one!' Ashley Bowen was on the verge of a breakdown.
After scrolling through her contacts several times, Ashley Bowen finally dialed Jane Warren's number. But before the call connected, she heard a car horn go BEEP BEEP.
She whirled around to see a sleek, black SUV pull into view. Yuri Sinclair, sitting in the back, rolled down the window and waved.
"Your Highness..." Ashley Bowen cried out in surprise, quickly climbing into the back seat.
