Chapter 10

A pompous-looking scion in a red tuxedo with undone buttons and vibrant, brown spiky hair walked into the lobby of Rosewater Guesthouse dragging a half-conscious woman with him.
Although Aria Miller’s head was fuzzy and there was no strength in her arms, she knew she had to fight this person who drugged her during her date with him.
So she mustard up every ounce of strength she has and slapped him across the face.