Tara sat on the couch, staring at the space where Gustave had just left. She hadn't moved since he walked out. At first, she had expected him to return, but he didn't.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. It wasn't her fault. It was his overreaction. After all these years, how could he still doubt her?
The thought that he could question her love for him ignited something deep inside her—a fury she could no longer control.
Unable to focus any longer, Tara abruptly stood, quickly changed clothes, grabbed her purse, and stormed out of the room.
"luna!" Donki greeted her respectfully.
"Don't follow me!" Tara snapped, her voice filled with fury. She slammed the elevator button, watching it close in front of Donki with a finality that left no room for argument.
As the elevator doors shut, Donki calmly dialed a number. His voice was cold as he gave the order. "Follow Madam at a safe distance. Hugo's orders—ensure her safety without disturbing her."
