Chapter 12

• ALEXANDER’S POV
• “I’m sick of this shit. Always fucking interrupting me.” I muttered to myself, probably looking like a mad man as I rushed to where my driver, Kuzma, awaited.
• He shoved his phone into his pocket when he saw me approaching the Mercedes and I climbed into the back seat, taking a deep breath in. Kuzma cleared his throat and looked at me knowingly but with one glare from me he diverted his gaze to the road ahead.