Seeing Shalma Hughes take a seat, the woman smiled. "I didn't expect Mrs. Winslow to be willing to come."
This address made Shalma frown. Her marriage to Julian Winslow was still a closely guarded secret. Without a doubt, Julian must have pulled some strings to suppress the news; otherwise, the paparazzi would have unearthed such an explosive scoop ages ago. But how did the woman in front of her know?
Shalma also smiled. "I didn't expect you to be the one asking to meet me either. After all, you're supposedly my husband's new favorite."
"You misunderstand, Mrs. Winslow. Actually, Mr. Winslow and I merely struck a deal," the woman said, a soft, gentle expression appearing on her pretty face.
"Oh? Care to disclose what kind of deal?" Shalma asked, her beautiful eyebrows arching slightly, clearly skeptical of the other party's words.
