Chapter 72.1

"Mr. Ivanov," she uttered with disgust laced upon her voice. "You filthy man, why am I here?" She tried to act cool. She was taught by her father not to let her emotions get the best of her in situations like this otherwise she will end up thinking irrationally.

She was trembling from fear, but above all, it was due to anger.

Anger towards him.

Hurt filled his cold blue eyes. Gone the emptiness in it. It was replaced with a sudden sadness.

She was briefly taken back.

But then again, how foolish can she be to ever believe those false emotions?

He raised his hand and flicked his fingers. In a snap, the maids left the room and closed the door behind, leaving the two alone in the room.

Margarette looked at him and noticed how he hasn't aged since then. He still looked like his late twenties even though he was clearly already on his mid thirties. He looked even more mature now than ever. The stubble on his face makes him look hotter. He also seemed to gain more height and his muscles