She didn't know what Julian Winslow's views on marriage were...
Perhaps to him, everything seemed insignificant in the face of profit. After all, he was a massive profiteer, wasn't he?
After Shalma Hughes and Yvonne Sutton walked downstairs and left the inn, they happened to pass by the owner's cash register. A clear gleam flashed in the owner's eyes. Shalma recognized that gleam; it was the look of someone seeing money. *Ha! Another profiteer.*
Upon walking out of the inn, sure enough, that domineering and solemn Rolls-Royce was parked quietly right there. Ronan Fordham stood by the car door, looking as though he had been waiting for her for quite some time.
