Chapter 121

• “I get it now. You’re not even a mistress. At least a mistress has a title. Someone like you, in old times, would’ve been a maid sneaking around a master’s bed, too shameful to be seen.” Audrey Wright glanced at Joaquin Latham, and her smile deepened. She tilted her head, making her doll-like face look even more obedient—on purpose.
• Joaquin said in a low voice, “Dr. Wright, watch your mouth.”
• “I’ll return those exact words to you,” Audrey shot back. “Some people look polished but act worse than animals. Their eyes work fine, yet they can’t tell who’s human and who’s a ghost right beside them. Isn’t that right, Mr. Latham?”