The sapphire blue sports car sped through the courtyard, leaving only Clara Philips with a gaze full of hatred.
Inside the car, soothing music played from the speakers.
Aurelia Shaw's lips curved slightly upward, humming a cheerful tune. Her life was finally getting back on track, and her future was just beginning. She wouldn't let past events repeat, except... dealing with that wild wolf at home was a bit tricky.
Aurelia glanced over at the divorce agreement placed on the passenger seat, furrowing her brows with a touch of difficulty.
How should she give this to him?
Astoria Hotel.
Mason Nightshade took the room card Gustavo Yates handed him, swiped it at the door, and before entering, Gustavo Yates said, "Those two have been inside for only half an hour; they probably haven't done anything yet."
Anyone with eyes could see nothing had happened.
