Sheila’s nails dug into her palm as she clenched her fists, keeping her expression neutral. She could feel Andrew’s gaze burning into her, waiting for her reaction, but she refused to let the board see her flinch. Arthur Wilson? The same Arthur Wilson who bought her house two days ago?
Her stomach twisted. How had she not known? How had she sold her damn house to him without realizing?
Her breath was steady, but inside, she was raging. The arrogant bastard had been sitting there the entire time, watching her, enjoying her humiliation.
Forcing herself to appear composed, she turned slightly toward Andrew who was now beside her, her voice low but sharp. "What is going on?"
Andrew hesitated. He had known her long enough to recognize when she was barely holding it together. "That’s Arthur
