Watching Leona Grant's somber expression, Vivian Yates pressed on. "I don't remember them knowing each other. Chase Lynch, the new CEO of the Lynch Group… I only met him during our last collaboration with Norwing Company. He's ruthless, steady, a rising star. Rumor has it he's not interested in women, but now he's so gentle and doting with Annabelle. Could the two of them possibly be…"
As soon as the words were out, she acted as if she'd said too much and quickly covered her mouth. She frantically waved her hands and backtracked, "No, no, no, that's not what I meant! That's not what I meant at all! I just mean… maybe we're misunderstanding them!"
'The more you say, the more you can screw up.' Vivian Yates realized she had misspoken again. She pursed her lips, her eyes wide with innocence, her gaze drifting between Leona Grant and the table where Annabelle was sitting.
Leona Grant's brow furrowed deeply, her expression dark as she looked at the supposedly innocent Vivian Yates.
