Vivian Yates offered a modest smile, her gaze drifting into the distance.
Where Faye Sheffield couldn't see, Vivian Yates's eyes flashed with a venomous glint.
'Annabelle Linton, I used to think it was beneath me to make a move on you, but you've tested the limits of my patience time and time again.'
'You like to play games, is that it?'
'Fine, then. I'll be happy to play along!'
...
Leona Grant had gone straight to the office after returning from the hospital and had been busy until now.
It was around dusk when he received the message.
Coming out of the bathroom, he casually towel-dried his hair and habitually glanced at his phone.
Instantly, dozens of photos flooded in.
With just a cursory glance, Leona Grant's pupils contracted violently, and his face instantly turned cold.
He threw down the towel, tapped open the photos, and began to examine them carefully.
The photos were taken from a head-on perspective, with an airport in the background.
