Ada lowered the car window halfway — a considerate touch for the incoming paparazzi. After all, they would need a clear shot for their scandalous photos.
Closing the door behind her, she gave the man a curt nod. “You know what to do. Make it quick — the reporters will be here soon.”
The man grinned wickedly, pinning Anna’s wrists together with one hand. With the other, he slapped a strip of black tape over her mouth.
“Heh, such a beauty. No way I’m taking it slow,” he sneered.
Ada’s lips curled into a triumphant smirk.
“Enjoy the ride, Mrs. Gregory.”
Ada, in her high heels, walked away briskly, her steps light with satisfaction.
She could already picture tomorrow’s headlines, ready to be spun however she pleased:
Gregory Family's Young Mistress Caught in a Parking Lot Tryst with He
