As Emma left the study, the butler was called inside by George.
In the hallway, only the busy maids were left.
She was about to go upstairs when she caught sight of a couple kissing passionately in the corner.
Charlotte and Tyler.
Tyler had his back to her, clearly unaware of her presence.
But Charlotte threw her a provocative glance.
Emma smirked, feeling a surprising calmness wash over her.
She turned and silently went upstairs.
Compared to survival and freedom, the false love of a worthless man meant nothing.
Late at night.
Emma lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Assassinating Hunter wouldn't be easy.
She threw off the thin blanket and got out of bed.
In the living room, she had just taken a cold beer from the fridge when she felt a warm, firm chest press aga
