Caleb's expression remained unchanged, as if he hadn't noticed any woman getting into his car. "Do you think you did something today that could satisfy me?"
"Aren't you satisfied?" Sheryl Lancaster admired herself in the mirror contentedly, putting away her lipstick. "You have to know that delaying Jared Quinn isn't that easy. What now? I've helped you stall for so long, yet you couldn't accomplish what you wanted? Or is it because Mr. Caleb's abilities…" Unacceptable.
Before Sheryl Lancaster could finish her sentence, a thick stack of photos was thrown at her left cheek, messing up the lipstick she had just applied.
"What are you doing?" Sheryl Lancaster screamed, clutching her painfully stricken right cheek with her right hand. But when she looked down at the photos, the pain in her heart was even greater than the pain on her face.
The photos showed Jared Quinn leaving the company at specific times and appearing at the hospital at specific times, tightly holding Melody Thorne…
