These two…
'Didn't Evelyn Morgan slap Vivian Linton in public last time?'
'Why would they come to my studio together today?'
'Have they buried the hatchet?'
Holly Sinclair was filled with suspicion.
She didn't care whether Vivian Linton and Evelyn Morgan were friends or enemies.
Either way, neither of them was welcome.
But when her eyes met Evelyn Morgan's contemptuous gaze, one thought immediately surfaced: 'They're here to cause trouble.'
But since she was open for business, she couldn't just kick people out for no reason.
"Hello, Miss Morgan. How can I help you?"
Holly Sinclair stepped forward and looked Evelyn Morgan straight in the eye, her tone perfectly level as she asked.
Vivian Linton stared at Holly with a malicious gaze, clearly up to no good.
Holly noticed her stare, of course, but couldn't be bothered to acknowledge it.
"Hand over the Heart of the Sea!"
Evelyn Morgan's face was cold, her sharp gaze fixed on Holly as she issued the haughty command.
