Eric’s eyes were cold when he raised them slightly. His voice was indifferent as he said, “What’s done is done. I’m not qualified to forgive you on her behalf, and it’s Nicole who doesn't care for your apology.”

Seeing Wendy’s shocked gaze, Eric looked away and said, “What are you waiting for? Drive!”

“Yes, President.” The driver dared not delay another second and immediately drove away.

Wendy Quade stood stiffly in place as she watched the car fade from sight. The grievance in her eyes was g