Just as Florence hesitated, her second phone suddenly rang, the sharp, familiar tone cutting through the silence.
It was their wedding march—a melody that had once filled her with sweetness and joy. But now, hearing it again only made her feel repulsed and irritated.
"Hello? Darling, can you hear me?"
When Florence didn't reply immediately, Brian Moore's mind raced, conjuring up all sorts of worst-case scenarios. His heart leaped into his throat, and his voice cracked with urgency.
"Dad, it's nothing. Just Lancelot Grosvenor calling," Florence quickly answered, snapping back to reality and already making a decision in her mind.
The web that Lancelot Grosvenor and his associates had spun was far too intricate. With her limited resources, breaking through their plans alone would be impo
