“Where?” I demanded.
The man in front of me stiffened slightly.
“The Gala Awards night.”
My jaw tightened. Quinn wasn’t supposed to do this. She was no longer the quiet woman who used to stand quietly beside me.
“Continue.” I urged.
“She was approached, possibly targeted, but she got away.”
A humourless laugh slipped past my lips. Got away? I knew it would be no other person than Morrison.
He was the new saviour. Always appearing like he had the right to her.
“Did you see who she got away with?”
“That was unclear, Sir.”
My fingers dashed through my hair as I turned away, pacing slowly.
If I were told the quiet and easy to discard Quinn would soon be giving me tough times like this, I wouldn’t believe it.
It was so unbelievable!
Our divorce was becoming a scandal, being peddle
