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Angela lifted her chin and refused to show William and his men how nervous she actually was. She didn't want them to see her as weak, so they wouldn't take advantage of her. Although she didn't think William would actually harm her, she didn't want to risk it. After all, she didn't really know him that much. For all she knew, he could be a handsome serial killer.

As soon as they entered the middle row of the SUV, William told the driver to adjust the AC so that it wasn't cold, nor was it warm. And for that, Angela thought he was being considerate. And when they got settled, and the car began to move, he tossed his trench coat on her lap wordlessly.

She studied him for a second, but he merely kept his eyes on his phone, seemingly busy with whatever he was doing, his brows knitted together in concentration as he furiously typed away.