"What's wrong with you?" Frederick asked with a frown as Roseline stormed into his office with a flushed face, slamming the door behind her without a care.

Roseline, not saying a thing in reply to his question, dropped her bag and walked towards his wine shelf to serve herself a drink.

"I'm glad you are comfortable enough to waltz around here like you own the place," Frederick hissed, his tone full of sarcasm and annoyance.

"They spent last night together," Roseline gritted out after ...