Lillian walked as though counting her footsteps with her head lowered to the ground. She felt uneasy about her movement right now, but couldn't help it.

It was as if her dress offended her with the way she fought with it, squeezing the sides tight.

Don had sent a guard to call her into his room and somehow, she felt it was about what he saw earlier. What if it was truly about Drake, what would she say then?

All what she had been trying to avoid in the beginning was coming back to hunt her with so much force.

Since her blissful night with Don in his other house,...