“What the fuck. How arrogant can he get?” Bree snapped as she stormed out of the office with Giana, fuming as they made their way to the elevator. She angrily tied her hair in a loose bun, her displeasure evident on her face. “Really, Miss Boston. He’s so arrogant. If he was my little brother, I’d give him a slap.”“Too bad he’s not.”“We shouldn’t have come here without confirming he was behind the fire accident. We don’t even have solid evidence.” She sighed. “Now, we were made to look like fools.”“It’s fine, Giana. You don’t always need evidence for things like this.” Spencer was smart, she knew that many years ago. He always has a way around things.They got into the elevator.“Well, we still need to find the real culprit since Mr Bennett’s name has been cleared. We would have to conduct a proper investigation if we think that the fire accident was caused by someone.”“Definitely.” How was she going to tell her naive assistant that Spencer had it all planned out? How was she goi

“Darling, I’m he-“ The door was suddenly pushed open. Their gazes flew to the woman who just came in. The woman took in the scene before her, the position that they were in, her eyes passing over both of them before resting on Bree. The click of her heels echoed in the office as she approached them. “Darling, I said I’m here.”At the woman’s words, Bree immediately broke away from Spencer’s grip, hastily wiping her tears. Her eyes scanned the woman taking in every detail from the top of her perfectly stretched black hair to the tips of her red heels. She wore a tight pencil skirt that stopped just above the knee and a matching jacket that barely reached her waist. In her hands were two shopping bags. Finally, Spencer made a turn to the woman, his face still red with anger. “What the hell are you doing here, Emily?”Emily? Bree thought. That explains why the woman looked familiar. Emily Watson, the spoiled only daughter of the Watson family. They were close friends with the Bennet

“Mommy?”“Yes?”“Those aunties in there kept staring at us. I know they were gossiping about us. I could tell,” Ariel whispered to her mother as they got outside the cafe each holding a cup of coffee in their hands. “What aunties?” Bree frowned. After picking up the child from the Boston mansion, she decided to clear her mind and take the child shopping. Luckily, Ariel was in a good mood and was eager to shop with her. As they walked through the busy place, Bree wondered who it was that her daughter was talking about. She wasn’t as observant as Ariel so she didn’t notice anybody staring at them when they were purchasing coffee the other time “Those aunties who stare at us like they were going to eat us.”“I didn’t see anyone. What do they look like?”“One had black hair with cherry pins and the other was blonde. I don’t know who those Aunties are but I don’t like them at all.”Bree patted her daughter’s hair. “No worries, baby. Keep calm. You’re not going to see them again, okay? Co

Storming out of a five-star hotel was Bree. She made her way to the parking lot in hurried footsteps, stacks of files that she struggled to carry in her arms. Her footsteps hurried further as she glanced at her wristwatch. She was about thirty minutes late for work. She had woken up late and had to hurriedly dress Ariel up for school and drop her off first before coming back to the hotel so the child would not be late for school. Cursing her damn heels, she pressed her keys, the car lighten up in the quiet parking lot. Dumping the files that she held in the backseat of the car, she turned around to get into the car but not without looking at herself in the window of the car. Although she barely had time to dress and do her makeup, she still looked stunning. In the milky-colored two-piece suit. Her long-suit short-hand top was all the way to her thighs with a perfect design at the side. Her hair was tied in a ponytail leaving just a few strands at the edges. She would have bunned it

“Oh, universe. Why are you never good to me? What have I done to deserve this,” Bree complained, her head thrown backward, her fingers in between her teeth as she paced around the hotel room. “For the love of God, why can't this child stop giving me heart attacks?” Not like she has had one before but from the look of things, she would be having a heart attack soon. Her heart was beating so fast and her ears were as red as ripe tomatoes. Different scenarios playing in her head.Hours earlier, Ariel had left the room to go play with her newfound friend on the second floor. She wasn't worried because Ariel had a new friend or anything, she was apprehensive because the friend was no other person than Spencer. For the past four days since they returned from Gaspher’s condo, there hasn't been a single day that Ariel didn't meet with him pinning that he was her new playmate. For the love of God, she couldn't afford to let Spencer discover her secret else it was over for her. Over, like capi