A few of The Camerons' bodyguards took the pleading Waggett father and son away.
"Mr. Bailey, I have some private matters to deal with."
Evelyn Ellis, scared out of her wits, was about to flee and hide.
Anna Jadwin blocked her path, smiling and saying something...
"She can't escape responsibility for this frame-up," Raphael Bailey raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you going to do anything about it?"
"When necessary, I'll step in," Wayne Bailey put one hand in his pocket, calm and relaxed.
Since Anna Jadwin didn't want him to intervene, he let her torture her enemies as she pleased.
His little wife had always been worry-free!
From afar, he saw the two girls standing by the arched window, chatting cheerfully——
No face slapping scene? ( ̄ε(# ̄)☆╰╮( ̄▽ ̄!)
What was she up to? They couldn't guess Anna Jadwin's train of thought.
Maxwell Cameron sat in a purple velvet chair, holding a crimson Bloody Mary, swirling the crystal glass as he stared at Anna Jadwin.