'Emily'
Elvina's lips quirked a brow when she noticed that the woman was face-timing Archer.
She scoffed. Who was she worrying about really? He knew how to handle the people who cared about him, especially women.
With a shake of her head, she was about to close her eyes when she noticed something, ''Why did you take a left turn?" she asked the driver, ''That's not the way to the mansion….''
''It's a shortcut,'' the man said.
Elvina glanced at Archer and as expected, his face had darkened.
There was something amiss with their driver and he had noticed it too.
''Stop the car,'' Archer said, putting his phone back into his suit jacket.
''It can't be stopped now,'' the man whispered.
''Are you sure?"
Elvina watched in disbelief as Archer took out a gun from his suit jacket, pressing it against the driver's neck.
He… He carried a gun with him?