On the other side of town, Mindy was waiting outside a ward. Her haute couture blazer was draped over her left arm as she fixed her profound eyes on Zane, who was standing across from her.
"Is Ethan settled in? I only told you to give him a few minor scratches so that Grandpa wouldn't get suspicious. The second the wedding here is over, I'm going straight to pick him up," she said.
Zane glanced up at her. A fleeting mix of indescribable mockery and pity flashed in his eyes before he quickly masked it, returning to his usual stoic demeanor. "Don't worry, Miss Sterling. Everything has been arranged exactly as you ordered. Mr. Chase doesn't have any communication devices on him. I guarantee he won't hear a single word about your wedding to Mr. White."
"Are you sure about that?" Mindy asked
