Chapter 431

• I didn’t have to be in the room to know the conversation wasn’t going well. Adrian sat on the edge of one of the leather sofas in the main lounge of the penthouse, facing Viola. She dabbed at the corners of her eyes with a tissue like she was in a courtroom drama, all trembling lips and carefully curated fragility.
• The performance was almost convincing if you didn’t know better.
• "I was overwhelmed that day," Viola began, her voice low and choked with just the right amount of guilt. "I’d just gotten back from my father’s estate and saw Cassandra’s car pulling away from our building."