“Rosemary was almost killed by a mysterious car!”
“The genius designer once pushed out by Adrian Corp is now the victim of an attempted murder?”
“Is there a connection between Adrian and Cassandra in Rosemary’s accident?”
The television in the living room blared headlines. The screen filled with images from last night—Rosemary’s pale face, a bloodied elbow, and Adrian looking frantic as he helped her.
Rosemary covered her face with both hands, struggling to breathe.
“My God… why does all of this have to be public spectacle?”
Adrian, sitting beside her, switched off the TV, his expression dark. “I’ll sue that station. They have no right to make this cheap gossip.”
“It’s already out there,” Rosemary whispered. “Other outlets will copy it. I can imagine the headlines. They’ll say I’m s
