Revenge of the Secret Heir

Master Manipulator

Victoria Kozlov may have looked sweet, and her beauty was ethereal, but her attitude was the total opposite. She’s not sweet, and she’s very far from being an angel in disguise, just like what she would always tell Simon.

She's a master manipulator, and that kind of person should not be trusted.

“I saved your ass. You should thank me.” She had her head held high as she looked down on Simon. He was still cuffed to the headboard of the bed.

She sashayed towards the window and peaked in there.

Simon grimaced at the thought. He was so pissed that he was indebted to someone who’s kept on slamming it in his face that he should be thankful.

Yes, he accepted that someone saved his ass, but slamming it into his face multiple times was an insult. He's a boss, for fuck's sake! Who does she think she was?

Victoria was standing and looking outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the room. In her left hand was a lighted cigarette, smoke puffing out.

“Until when will you keep me here?” he aske