บท 155: Chasing to the Airport

Inside the lavatory adjacent to the VIP lounge at the airport, Alla finished washing her hands and touched up her makeup in front of the mirror. Her skin, once morbidly pale, was now rosier. A touch of foundation and a swipe of lipstick were all it took to accentuate her vitality. As she intended to return to the VIP lounge, an impressively tall and erect figure suddenly walked in. 

Clad in a black suit, he radiated an icy aura. His face was stunningly handsome, with distinct, chiseled features. His eyes, as cold as snow, bore a gaze as sharp as a knife, seemingly intending to strip her piece by piece, a penetrating stare that was intimidating. He strode up to her, his lips tightly pressed together, not uttering a word, his face cold, and began to pull her out of the room.