The two of them quickly drove away from the hospital. Neither noticed Rhea Vaughn standing behind them, her face dark as she glared after them. Sneering through gritted teeth, she scrolled frantically through her phone. 'Stella Lockwood, I'm going to make a complete spectacle of you...'
She opened her contacts and found a number labeled "Gossip King." She tapped it and made the call. The person on the other end answered quickly. "Rhea, what's up? It's so early..."
"I've got a story for you. It's guaranteed to blow up the internet. Interested?"
"For real? It's hard to find any juicy gossip these days. Unless it's some real dirt on an A-list actor, a CEO keeping a mistress doesn't even make a ripple anymore..."
The man on the other end sounded lethargic, clearly doubting this young woman could have much of a story.
"What if it's about Stella Lockwood?"
