“Two hundred million?” Andrea fumes, “How generous of Lance to give Leonie a ring worth two hundred million. Meanwhile he’s too stingy with me to even give me a credit card PIN.”
Andrea narrows her eyes beneath her sunglasses. She has no choice but to return home. She locks herself in her room and tries to devise another way to get the money. Instead, she finds herself browsing the internet.
She stares at the pictures of Leonie at the press conference, wearing the same ring that Lance holds in the picture at the auction. Disgustedly, she closes the browser and opens her email.
She types, “Miss Summers, I keep wondering if you’ve received my email yet. Please contact me as soon as you can. Best wishes, Andrea Hamilton.”
Andrea hears one of the maids greet her husband from outside her
