Chapter 72: What Are You Hiding?
(Author's POV)
Faye took a deep breath. She leaned closer to Owen, invading his personal space. Her voice dropped to a sinister whisper, barely audible over the hum of the espresso machine. She laid out the final step of her plan, targeting the one person who held the Ashford family together—the Matriarch, Eleanor Ashford.
Owen’s eyes widened. He stopped chewing his gum. He stared at Faye, genuine shock plastering his face. He knew she was desperate, but he hadn't realized she was this vicious. This wasn't just a PR stunt; this was a scheme designed to destroy a respected elderly woman.
"You're talking about the old lady?" Owen stammered, looking at the check in his pocket. It felt heavier now.
Faye just smiled, a tight, humorless curve of her lip
