Elena got out of the car with quick steps. Her expression was clearly annoyed. Her jaw tightened, and her brows furrowed slightly. The private driver who had brought her there could only lower his head, not daring to greet her.

As soon as she reached the Lancaster Residence courtyard, Elena let out a heavy sigh, trying to suppress the boiling emotions inside her. She pushed the door open and entered with firm steps.

In the living room, Tamara, who was sitting while reading a magazine, ...