Chapter 27 We’re in the Past
Late at night, a silver Phantom sports car slid into a temporary parking space by the curb.
Mason stepped out with his usual lazy swagger-only to be immediately blocked by Gwen. “Take me to Megan,” she ordered.
Mason’s attractive eyes squinted in disbelief. “You must be joking. How would I know where that woman lives?”
Gwen didn’t buy it.
She might not be able to touch Hugh, but Mason? She could deal with him.
She marched into the middle of the road. “If I get hit by a car, I’ll tell my parents you pushed me.”
Mason practically dove to the ground in front of her, sliding on one knee and grabbing her legs. “Okay! I’ll take you!”
Meanwhile, Megan had asked the housekeeper to call Hugh several times, but he never answered.
Just as she was about to text him herself, the doorbell rang.
She caught the fury burning in Gwen’s eyes, and the smile vanished instantly.
After a moment’s hesitation, Megan stepped aside politely. “Ms. Cavill. It’s so late. What brings you here?”
Gwen bent down, picked up a pair of men’s slippers by the door, and glanced at the size. It was Hugh’s size.
The rage she’d barely managed to suppress flared again.
With a loud smack, she hurled the slippers across the room. Her voice was thick with sarcasm. “So this is the gilded cage Hugh gave you?”
Megan rushed to explain. “You’ve got it wrong, Ms. Cavill. Hugh and I are over. We’re in the past.”
Gwen stalked forward in her heels and abruptly yanked off one of Megan’s earrings.
Megan gasped in pain, covering her ear and stumbling back.


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