At that moment, Cassidy emerged from the kitchen, beaming.
“Susy, you’re always so clever and level-headed. It was your idea to have Niamh talk to Julian, and it really worked. Honestly, you’re the Neville family’s good luck charm.”
Susy grinned too.
She wasn’t smiling just because her future mother-in-law praised her so warmly, but because Marina’s plan seemed to be working.
Late at night.
The suburbs were eerily quiet.
Niamh had just pulled out of Julian’s driveway when she realized she was being tailed.
Two cars. Both better than hers. And she was sure there was more than one person in each.
Her hands tightened on the steering wheel, slick with sweat.
Ebonwood Hall.
Marina hadn’t slept a wink that night. She was waiting for news from Susy.
Finally, at three in the morning, a message popped up on WhatsApp:
It’s done.
Those two words sent a jolt of adrenaline through Marina. Her excitement was so intense she knew she wouldn’t sleep at all.
Daybreak.
Inside the Thomas Group CEO’s office, Prescott was giving his report.
“That’s the current progress on all projects.”
“Good.”
Jonathan listened, then gave Prescott a few instructions.
Prescott was about to leave when Jonathan’s voice, calm and almost offhand, stopped him:
“What’s Niamh been up to lately?”
Prescott halted, turning back with a puzzled look.
How was he supposed to know what Niamh had been doing?
But he couldn’t say that to Jonathan.
Jonathan’s gaze was clear—he didn’t want to ask twice.
“I’ll look into it right away.”
After Prescott left, Jonathan picked up his phone.
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