The remaining tears in Annette’s eyes dried up swiftly as soon as Graeme left the Café.
Fuck. Graeme knew, and from the sound of it, was going to be looking into the incident extensively.
She needed to do damage control, quickly. It wouldn’t end well for her if he found out the truth about that night.
Panicked, Annette immediately took out her phone from her hand bag. She placed a call to Jade Suites, the hotel from that night that very conveniently belonged to her family.
The hotel picked up on the second ring, the manager’s jovial voice ringing out.
Mr. Richards had been a key part of her plan that night. He had been the one to scout and select the woman for Annette’s plan.
“Ms. Richards! Very lovely to hear from you. Are you calling to request your usual suite?”
“No.” Annette
