Chapter 65 Important Question

• Harley’s P.O.V.
• That voice, silken, sweet and perfectly rehearsed, rang through the already tense room, turning everyone’s heads towards her. Irene walked in confidently, her smile as radiant as ever.
• Wearing a pristine Ivory dress that hugged her pregnant form like it was made for the show, she strolled into the room as she owned it. Eyes wide with innocence and confidence that felt like poison on my skin.