Shirley Thorne finally understood why Ethan Grant didn't want her to leave the house.
'Damn it. If I'd gone out, how could I ever show my face again?'
'Wouldn't I just die of embarrassment on the spot?'
According to Florence Langley, because Ethan Grant had held several small meetings that morning with companies from all over the country, quite a few people had seen that pair of small feet by the side of the bed.
At first, everyone assumed he was keeping a mistress in a secret love nest. But who would have thought that the delicate darling in question was the richest man's actual wife, a woman no ordinary person could ever hope to compare to.
Shirley Thorne's toes curled as she listened to her young bodyguard's scandalous report, so embarrassed she felt like she could have dug a basin the size of Pyralia with them.
But her embarrassment was nothing.
Someone else was truly suffering!
