Holly Sinclair quickly raised a hand to cover his mouth.
She had heard two sets of hurried footsteps pacing outside the door.
'It must be Vivian Linton and Philip Payne.'
'They're probably looking for me everywhere.'
Holly's guess was correct. It was indeed Vivian Linton and Philip Payne outside the door.
After losing her, the two had stopped right in front of the storage room.
"Are you sure it was her?" Philip Payne asked Vivian Linton.
"It was her silhouette. I wouldn't mistake it!"
Vivian's tone was certain, a mix of frustration and worry. "What do we do? She must have heard us. If she tells Tristan, we're both finished!"
'I can't lose my 'savior' halo!'
Once it was gone, she would be nothing to Tristan Sterling.
Not only would she lose her chance to become Madam Sterling, but she might even face Tristan's retribution later on.
At that point, she feared that even nine lives wouldn't be enough to save her.
