Chapter 307 Ch Three Hundred And Seven

• Andre drove at a crazy speed along the lonely road that led to the Meyers mansion later that night, his right leg pressing on the accelerator so tight, and his steel foul face staring cold at the road ahead with a deadpan expression.
• His hands were so tight around the steering wheel, and the muscles in his body had not relaxed ever since he left his suite room, nor had he found peace in his heart. Isla's words could not stop haunting him.
• Maybe it was because of how flippant the words she uttered were, or the realization of how venomous she was from the impassive expression she had on her face when she mentioned those words, he had no idea.