The Heir

019

With his hands tucked into his pockets, Chase was moving to and fro on the rooftop, staring at his wrist watch at intervals.

It was thirty minutes until the restaurant would be opened, yet Zara was nowhere to be found. He had even called her phone several times hoping she would pick up and give a reason why she was delaying but she never did.

Her attitude disturbed him so greatly that staying in one place was an impossible task for him.

“She isn't still picking up her phone, what are we going to do now?” Wembley asked, showing him his call history.

“She will come around, let's be patient.” Chase said with a calm tone but deep down, he was worried sick.

“You have been saying that for an hour now.” Wembley grumbled and then just like he came earlier, he stormed down the stairs.

Moments later, Zara pulled up across the road but didn't step out. Wondering what the issue was, Chase dialed her contact again.

From his position, he could see the screen light of her phone on the seat next