The woman stormed in like a hurricane, her designer clothes doing nothing to soften the fury radiating from her. Joanne's stomach dropped—this meant trouble. Instinctively, she prepared to deny whatever was coming.
"That's the one—no mistake!" the bodyguard behind her barked.
Joanne's pulse spiked. Before she could react, razor-sharp nails clamped around her arm. "You're that husband-snatcher!" the woman hissed, her grip vise-like. "Don't even think about running!"
Those acrylic talons weren't decorative—they drew blood as she swung her free hand toward Joanne's face.
Joanne dodged just in time, her heart slamming against her ribs. Who was this stranger? Definitely not here to chat.
The corporate lobby was no place for this. She kept moving, scanning desperately for security. With tha
