Gorgeous

★★★★

Layla’s frustration was palpable as she struggled to regain her composure. She took a deep breath and called out, “Mr. Harley!”

Harley stopped and turned, raising an eyebrow. “Yes?”

Layla glanced around nervously before continuing, “Damon Colley is in this mall. He was just here.”

Harley’s expression shifted to mild annoyance. “He left already. And where is your mother?”

Layla’s guard was up as she replied, “She told me to stay here, and she’s supposed to be coming soon.” She cast a furtive glance at Harley’s waist, her eyes searching for any sign of a weapon, her fear evident.

Harley noticed her apprehensive look and chuckled darkly. “Nah, your mother won't come."

Layla’s confusion deepened as she frowned. "What? I don’t understand!" Her voice was laced with frustration and disbelief.

Harley shook his head, rubbing his temple as if trying to alleviate a headache. "Your mother isn’t coming. She sent you here to deal with me. She thinks she’s being clever by avoiding direct