Who did this?" she hissed under her breath.
Could it be Shantel? No. It wasn't her. She was sure of that. Shantel wouldn't go this far… she wouldn't know where to find those images.
Besides, Shantel wasn't vindictive. She could be cold, yes, and even stubborn, but not cruel.
Suddenly her mind went back to that masked woman beside Richard?
She had felt something eerie and unsettling about her all evening.
Everything about her had felt like someone who'd grown up watching powerful women and learning exactly how to dismantle them.
But she didn't have any proof that she could be the one.
Wait… Verna had said something about Eliza Bennett being one of the anonymous art benefactors—could she really be the one behind this?
Just then her phone buzzed. She snatched it up instantly and answered without greeting.
"Jessica, I'm still working, but—"
