Betty's POV

I was furious. I have never wanted to murder someone as much as I wanted today.. The anger in my chest was boiling hotter with every passing minute. By the time the taxi stopped in front of Ivan’s company building, I felt like I would murder anyone who stared at me wrongly.

Since Ivan’s driver had dropped me off at the studio earlier that morning, I had no choice but to take a taxi to his company. The entire ride felt painfully slow. Every red light made my fingers ...