Who Knew My Assigned Mechanic Husband Was a Big Shot? novel Chapter 86

Silas threw Serena a skeptical look. She spent her days shopping and partying, never showing the slightest interest in the family business. Even at the gala, she had only been focused on chasing Zane Shepherd around.

"Yes, that's exactly who I'm talking about."

"Zane seems pretty tight with her."

Silas shook his head. "Useless. The Shepherd family is too shrewd. Every time I bring it up, they expertly change the subject."

Serena tapped her chin in thought, then blurted out, "Wait, Sloane knows her! Sloane is tight with that old woman!"

"Sloane?"

Serena nodded aggressively. "Before you guys walked into the hall that night, Sloane and I got into a massive fight. That old Madam Beatrice stepped right in and protected Sloane. Maybe she's one of Sloane's patients, but they definitely know each other well."

Silas's eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

Sloane...

*

The next morning, Sloane arrived at the hospital only to find a massive bouquet of red roses devouring her entire desk.

She froze in shock.

She glanced over her shoulder at Meredith Chase.

Meredith merely shrugged, offering her a look of deep sympathy.

Sloane already knew exactly who sent them.

She plucked the card from the blooms and read the agonizingly cheesy verses:

*Whenever I hear a mournful melody, it stirs up memories of pain,*

*Whenever I see the pale moonlight, I think of your beautiful face,*

*I know I shouldn't obsess, but I'm lost in the maze,*

*Who brings me heartache? Who holds my soul? It's you, always you!*

*Sloane, that GFA lottery husband of yours is a joke, but my arms are always open for you.*

*—Yours forever, Tristan.*

It was Tristan York.

The sickly-sweet scent of the roses suffocated the entire office, overpowering the sharp smell of clinical antiseptic.

The petals were vibrant, misted with artificial dew drops.

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