The moment the assistant finished speaking, Peach pushed open the car door holding a roll of film. "LoriaLaura, it's all taken care of."
Laura Lowell took the roll of film from Peach's hand, looked at Fiona Keating, and smiled. "How desperate are you to get ahead, to resort to such cheap, underhanded tricks."
"What on earth are you talking about? I don't understand a single word."
Fiona Keating's eyes, tinged with hatred, narrowed, but she played dumb and stubbornly refused to admit anything.
'After all, Nathan Redgrave's assistant was still in the car. She couldn't leave behind any incriminating evidence. It would be a disaster if word of this got back to Nathan Redgrave.'
Laura glanced at the assistant in the driver's seat out of the corner of her eye and shrugged knowingly. "That's true. You can't very well admit to setting up Nathan Redgrave, can you? If he found out you hired paparazzi and staged this whole 'other woman' drama, I wonder what he'd think."
