"Aiden, thank you for last night."
Naomi Neal lifted a hand to tuck a few sweat-dampened strands of hair behind her ear, a slight, attractive curve forming on her lips.
Aiden Shaw didn't even spare her a glance, walking straight toward the elevator.
In that instant, a triumphant smirk flashed across Naomi Neal's lips.
The smile was gone in an instant, as if it had never been there at all.
'Aiden's attitude toward me proves it. Laura must have seen the photo, and they must have fought about it.'
Naomi Neal quickened her pace and slipped into the elevator just as the doors were about to close.
The two of them were alone in the elevator. Naomi Neal stood to Aiden Shaw's left. She tilted her head up to look at the cold-faced man and spoke in a soft, gentle voice, "I'm so glad you got there in time last night. Otherwise, I can't even imagine what might have happened."
"I never would have guessed you were such a good actress."
