Shirley Thorne floated back to the villa with Florence Langley in a daze.
'Nothing's more important than sleep. Since I have to play the part of a pregnant woman, I might as well commit to a classic symptom like drowsiness, right?'
'Ugh, wait. Did I give in a little too quickly?'
As Shirley Thorne drifted in and out of sleep, she figured this had to be karma. She'd just finished putting Yvette Grant in her place, and now she was eating her own words.
'I just swore up and down that I wasn't pregnant!'
'AHHHHHH, it's all that big-shot billionaire's fault!'
Even in her dreams, Shirley Thorne was chasing after the big-shot billionaire, which made for a very restless night.
Ethan Grant, on the other hand, hadn't rested all night. Besides using Meredith Rowan's signal to track the mastermind's location, he also had to contend with Uncle Grant.
Ethan Grant never wasted words. "Tell me who's behind you. Otherwise, there's nothing to discuss."
