After watching Chase Fields leave in a hurry, Nancy Ford said to her son and Candy, "Zach, Mommy's going to the restroom. Stay here and play with your sister for a bit."
"Okay, Mom, come back quickly."
Nancy slipped into the restroom with her phone and made a call. "Chase is out. Follow him closely—don't let him find out. If you see him meeting anyone, tell me immediately."
"Yes, Miss Ford."
…
At Cross Bar, inside a private room.
Wendy Moore was half-conscious on the large bed, her face flushed crimson. Her entire body felt as if engulfed by a blazing furnace—every cell burning as though about to explode. From her toes to the top of her scalp, an indescribable tingling and emptiness surged through her.
Her slender white hands gripped the bedsheet tightly, her brows knitted in distre
