Claire led Mandy by the hand into the house. “Mandy, have a seat. There’s still some pasta in the pot—I’ll get you a bowl.”
Mandy grinned and plopped down. “Claire, you’re so good to me. If I were a guy, I’d marry you in a heartbeat.”
Claire shot her an exasperated look. “You and that mouth of yours.”
Mandy stuck her tongue out playfully, earning a laugh from Claire.
Watching the two of them being so close, Sean couldn’t help but feel a twitch of irritation.
As Mandy passed by him, she merely nodded in his direction—a half-hearted greeting at best—before cheerfully trotting after Claire into the kitchen.
From inside, Claire’s voice drifted out. “Why are you following me in here?”
Mandy’s tone turned syrupy. “It’s not every day I get to see you. I’m sticking to you like glue!”
Claire couldn’t help but laugh at her antics. The two chattered and giggled in the kitchen, leaving Sean to feel like a third wheel in his own house.
Just then, the front door opened and Liam walked in.
“Mr. Foster, are you ready to go?”
Mandy, ladling pasta into a bowl, froze in place at the sound of his voice. Why did that voice sound so familiar?
She turned, peering into the dining room. There stood a man in a silver-gray suit, gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, looking every bit the polished gentleman.
The sight of him made Mandy’s eyes go wide.
Wait—that was the guy who’d handed her a hundred grand!
Wasn’t he a friend of those two jerks, Victor Lewis and Ethan Linwood? What was he doing here, at the Foster family home? And why was he calling Mr. Foster “boss”?
Mandy’s mind spun in chaos.
Suddenly, as if sensing her gaze, Liam turned and looked toward the kitchen.
Panicking, Mandy whipped around and stood stiff as a board.
Liam’s eyes lingered, studying her back. “Who’s that...?”
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