Today was meant to be a great start for the business deal with the Wolfes. But I had already gotten down with my ex-husband.
Staring at the mirror before me, I applied blush to my face. I wasn’t really into makeup, but ever since the whole Sophia Crane facade, I’d become a fan. Mostly because of how it brought out the bold personality I now wore like armor.
My phone chimed. I picked it up from the table and read the message. It was from Xavier.
"About the incident," he wrote. "Claire informed me it was an accident." I frowned, my heart skipping a beat, and texted back, "What do you mean?"
"A popular actress was around your estate, and your car is similar to hers. There’s a mistake—the bomb was meant for her, not a direct assault on you."
I let out a sigh as I read the text, feeling a
