Amelia really didn't want to ask anymore.
Honestly, the moment the words left her mouth, she regretted it.
Even if Simon had really slept with Vivian, what could she do about it? She'd just end up making things harder on herself.
She lowered her gaze, sitting quietly on the couch for a bit before speaking again. "Does Mr. George Johnson know about today's incident?"
Simon lit a cigarette. "He knows."
"Will you help me? Will you clear things up for me?"
Taking a drag from his cigarette, Simon said calmly, "I'll handle it."
Amelia looked at him, her tone sharp. "What happened today—someone had planned it, hadn't they?"
Simon didn't deny it. "It was Charlotte Grant."
Amelia's brows furrowed deeply. "Charlotte Grant has that kind of influence?"
If she did, she w
