Peter's POV
I accepted the elegantly wrapped boxes from the security guard, examining the expensive health supplements and Christmas gifts with a skeptical eye.
The packaging alone screamed luxury-handcrafted paper with embossed gold trim and a silk ribbon that probably cost more than what most people spend on an entire gift.
"Mr. Murphy's friend?" I asked, though I already had my suspicions.
"What kind of friend?"
The guard shrugged, his expression professionally blank. "Asian woman.
Very professional, carried herself like someone important. Had an assistant with her."
_Rachel Wilson_, I thought immediately. Not "Mr. Murphy's friend" at all.
I was still inspecting the gifts when the housekeeper rushed toward me, her typically composed demeanor replaced with barely concealed alarm.
"Those two ladies haven't left yet?" she asked, wringing her hands nervously.
"They've been waiting outside in their car for hours now."
My body stiffened instantly. "They?
