The agent lowered their head, diminishing their presence, fully aware that this conversation mustn't be overheard by outsiders.
Clara Philips caressed Jovana Shaw's face, her eyes narrowing coldly, "Don't worry, I'll make sure you get those negatives back."
Alison buried herself in Clara Philips' arms, crying, "Mommy, you must get them back. If those photos get out, I'm ruined."
"Rest assured, I will never let her ruin you again!" Clara Philips' voice was sharp and chilling, as if she harbored murderous intent towards Aurelia Shaw.
At the estate, Aurelia was sleeping fitfully, something pressing down on her.
Her lips were met with softness, nibbled lightly.
Aurelia shivered, abruptly opening her eyes, only relaxing when she smelled the familiar lemon scent.
Mason Nightshade.
Mason captured her lips again, nibbling, then lightly pecking twice.
