Chapter 114 Amanda

Amanda stood in the tiny kitchen of Angel’s apartment, sipping on a cup of tea while Angel paced back and forth, the clink of her phone against her manicured nails filling the silence. Angel had been restless all morning, muttering about needing a fresh start. Amanda knew she wasn’t the only one trying to escape a life that had turned into something unrecognizable. Angel finally stopped, turning to face Amanda. "I’ve made up my mind," she said, her voice firm. "I’m transferring to the Italian branch of the club. I can’t keep dealing with all this drama here, especially with Vicktor."