FORTY-SEVEN
Phuong waited until Jason was well down the path to the hotel before she ducked into the jungle track that led through the staff accommodation to the library. It was like the servants' entrance to the villas and it suited her, she thought. Just as long as none of the real staff saw her and told her off for using their secret track.
When she stepped out of the jungle behind the last house, she heard voices, so she cautiously crept to the corner and peered around.
She heard Jason's voice clearly: "You can't tell her. Not now, and not on Monday. She's not to know about Phuong, or the wedding at all."
The feminine voice that followed was harder to hear, but it rose in volume until she could make out the words. What she did hear froze her heart.
"You're ashamed of her, aren't
