Corinne, The Surrogate Mother
●Flashback is continued●
Amaris rushed towards the parking lot of A.R villa, her hair locks were dripping down the water beads indicating that the heiress to the Russian mafia throne did not bother to dry them.Of course, how could she think straight or perhaps how could possibly she stay sane after hearing that her husband was cheating on her and currently with Corinne. The lady totally ignored the presence of the maid servant who dashed towards her while she was taking big steps through the down hall, maybe the anxious voice of the poor soul did not reach her ears. Possibly within the whirlpool of the inner turmoil, Amaris did not hear her question.She walked past her as the sound of her heels clacking became audible enough to be heard outside on the bricks. Amaris reached the parking with more than ten cars waiting for the selection, as the ground must have rumbled under her feet along with the shiver in the air.