Lester, What Are You Going to Do?

She stared at the man's unparalleled handsome face and hesitated for a few seconds before wrapping her arms around his neck in a pleasing manner.

"Casiano, can I call Gordon Collins?"

"No."

Rejected coldly and mercilessly by the man, Alla's face fell: "Why?"

The man hooked her chin with one hand, his tone forceful: "From now on, you are not allowed to see Gordon Collins, not allowed to speak with him, not allowed to contact him."

How was she supposed to tell Gordon Collins that her sister never betrayed him, and that Mia was his biological daughter?

As she frowned in worry, the man extended his slender finger, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.

Alla glanced at the number displayed, compared it to the one on the documents, and her lips slowly curved into a smile.

He would rather call Gordon Collins himself than let her do it; this man was truly steeped in jealousy.