She just wanted to quietly stay by Wayne Bailey's side, watching him from a distance, everything about his life, that was enough for her.
She didn't want to go to Africa, didn't want to go to London, and even less did she want Charles Harrington to chase her back to Sloviane.
"I'm sorry for disturbing Mr. Bailey, there's no need to push me; I can leave on my own."
Anna Jadwin struggled to get up from the ground, her head hung low as she weaved through the circle formed by the bodyguards.
Wayne Bailey stood coldly, his gaze fixed deeply on her.
Suddenly, his thin lips parted slightly, "What's your name?"
"Me...?" Anna Jadwin paused in surprise. "Nana."
"I'm giving you half an hour," he said abruptly before turning on his heel and striding away to his car.
Anna Jadwin froze in place, watching the Bentley Housecar drive away with a handsome flourish.
She asked the bodyguards, staring at them, "He agreed, your master agreed, didn't he?"