Nicolas stood at the entrance with a frozen look on his face. He stared at the scene inside the room in disbelief, as though he'd seen a ghost—one that was terrifying beyond words.
Looking at what was happening, Nicolas felt like he had swallowed a live fly—one that reeked unbearably.
His blood pressure surged rapidly, his face turned red from anger, and his body began trembling in rage.
Once his fury reached a boiling point, Nicolas screamed at the top of his lungs. "AISHA!! WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS?!?!"
"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SITTING ON ANOTHER MAN'S LAP WHILE YOUR FUTURE HUSBAND IS WAITING FOR YOU OUTSIDE?!"
"Future husband? When did that happen? Why don't I know about it?" Aisha looked at Nicolas with a mocking smile as she sat comfortably on Yuan's lap, her arms wrapped around his neck.
This further enraged Nicolas. He looked as though he might lash out at both of them and rip Aisha's tongue out with his bare hands.
