As Emma retraced her steps from the sunroom, her mind buzzed with thoughts.
Hunter's revelation about George was like a pebble dropped into a still pond—seemingly insignificant, but enough to stir ripples deep within her.
Emma moved through the garden, making her way back to the banquet hall.
"Dad, there's no way Emma survived the ocean without colluding with Hunter. Otherwise, how could she have so easily stolen from the heavily guarded Smith family villa? And today, Hunter even helped her at the banquet. Their relationship is unusual. I'd bet she's already his woman..."
Charlotte's voice from the balcony above reached Emma's ears.
Emma stopped in her tracks.
The voice came from a small terrace directly above her.
She was walking close to the wall, shielded by the plants, so they d
