Page 86 of Billionaire’s Cruelty

“Why are there so many people here?”

“How much longer do you think we’ll have to wait?”

“What kind of car does Trevon drive?”

“How did Trevon even get a car here?”

Honestly, how was I supposed to know? So, I gave her the best guesses I could.

“Maybe it’s a holiday today.”

“It won’t be much longer.”

“Something big enough to fit us both.”

“He probably rented one.”

As if on cue, a sleek white SUV pulled up in front of us. The make was unfamiliar, but it looked expensive. The passenger door opened, and Trevon stepped out.

“How’s Kai?” I asked eagerly. Trevon pulled me into a quick hug before doing the same with Wendy.

Before I could say more, a woman stepped out from behind him. I knew her face, but I couldn’t immediately place her.

She extended a hand. “Andy.”

I shook it. “June Bennet.”

“I know. I worked in your office for two days.”

“What?” My mouth dropped open. I couldn’t believe I had never caught her name before. She was Kai’s personal assistant, the one who had practically camped out in my reception area for two days. The same woman who had somehow charmed and befriended Siti, my receptionist-slash-assistant.

“I remember now.”

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced,” she said.

“No, I don’t think so.” Embarrassment crept over me. This woman had worked under my roof for two days, and I hadn’t even taken a moment to introduce myself.

“Andy drove me here,” Trevon interjected, taking my small backpack and placing our minimal belongings into the trunk.

“Why don’t you both get in?” Andy gestured toward the open car door. “I’ll update you on everything you want to know about Mr. Li.”

Wendy slid in first, and I followed. Andy shut the door behind us before getting into the driver’s seat. Trevon took the passenger seat up front.

“Are you guys comfortable?” Andy asked, turning slightly to face us.

“Yes, you have a nice car,” Wendy chimed in.

The interior was sleek and modern, with a distinct luxury feel. Functional, yet elegant.

“It’s made in China,” Andy explained. “Very cheap and affordable.”

I nodded, though her comment made me wonder—was it as cheap as a second-hand car in the U.S.? Or was she joking? If she was, none of us were laughing.

“Are you taking us to Kai?” I asked, cutting to the point.

“No, Dr. Bennet.”

“Call me June.” I offered.