Chapter 112. Mid-Night Fight

Ayana’s POV

I curiously drag my dejected, worn-out self inside, curiosity fueling my every step to know who might be so sweet to wait for me this late. The sweet soul who might have gone through hell and back just to fins me. Whoever that person is must either be in dire need of something or maybe love me dearly.

Sauntering inside, all hope and glee come crashing down to my feet as the face of the little witch of the De Marios greets my face. Grace! My tortoise pace turns slower, half walking and half not as our eyes lock each other.

She is here? They found me? Don’t we part ways for good? What is this so important that they had to look for me? And, ooh, well. Let me save my breath and time from bagging my head with how they found me.

They are De Marios. They cough power and influence. Their empire might be in the blink of collapsing, but they still have consistent amounts of money in their accounts. And as they say, money speaks. Money makes things h