"Making it public isn't a bad idea either. That way, Mr. Lowell's skills can be put on display."
Meredith Rowan was lying in bed, dressed in her pajamas. The gentleness of her voice was completely at odds with her disdainful expression.
'There's no way she was letting Ethan Grant get his way!'
In the villa's study, Shirley Thorne chugged a large glass of water, then waved at Florence Langley, signaling for her to take away the onion in front of her. She then held up her Bluetooth earpiece and continued her act. "Aunt Rowan, Ethan doesn't like Mr. Lowell's painting!"
Shirley Thorne feigned anger, saying, "This Mr. Lowell you found for me… I think he's just a fraud!"
Across from her, Ethan Grant turned a page in his book. Seeing that her glass was empty, he very conscientiously refilled it for her.
Shirley Thorne smiled at him but didn't drink.
This was a critical moment. She didn't have time to drink.
