Chapter 25 Mortified

• An unprecedented sense of elation flooded Chelsea. She immediately rushed to Femme Fatale as though she had hit the jackpot, even forgetting to calculate the cost of taking a taxi. All that remained in her mind was to see her client posthaste. I want to see Mr. Money Tree as soon as possible... The sooner, the better!
• As the place was rather remote, and the fact that it was the golden hour when the nightlife began, traffic was a tad congested. She hotfooted it, yet she was still late.
• Amanda's face was grim, and her eyes shone scarlet as though a fire was blazing in them. “Don't think you can act all high and mighty just because I've been nice to you. Just tell me if you want to die, and I'll likewise be so nice as to grant you your wish.”