Then, Ayanna laughed softly.

That’s right. She came from a humble background. How could she refuse him?

She got into his car. It’s a black Land Rover. He never used to drive such a car. Instead, he used to sit in the back seat of a black limousine, driven by a chauffeur. He would never smoke casually in the car either.

The man before her was still Anderson, yet he wasn't.

He had changed so much.

He didn't ask for her address. It wasn’t like he cared. Stepping on the gas pedal, he took her