Chapter 89 The Other Woman Behind

• Aubree pulled out a cigarette, her fingers deftly flicking a lighter to life as she brought the flame to the tip. A perfect smoke ring drifted from her lips, her eyes brimming with mocking curiosity to see just how far Andrew would go for Tessa,
• Andrew had always looked down on petty catfights, yet now, standing amidst a gaggle of women, he seemed utterly at ease.
• Across the crowd, Aubree caught Brielle's gaze. With an unspoken agreement, neither made a move to greet the other. Aubree nonchalantly gestured towards the inside of the venue, signaling she would head in first.