Jocelyn Griffin's hand paused in the middle of washing.
It had been two days since the partners started wavering, and that was also when she sent those designers the photos of Amelia Clarke and Owen Moreland...
Jocelyn looked up, gazing into her own eyes in the mirror and saw something akin to panic.
There weren't many in Capital City capable of influencing Charming Group's partners this way.
And there were even fewer with the motive to obstruct Charming Group's partnerships.
But there was only one person who met both criteria.
A sense of unease and chill she had never felt before crept into Jocelyn's heart, as if an invisible net was slowly closing in around her.
Five-thirty in the afternoon.
Amelia Clarke took the bus to the school gate and immediately spotted the familiar White Range Rover.
She quickened her steps unconsciously.
Owen Moreland got out from the car and took a couple of steps towards her, "How many times have I told you to walk slowly."
