Chapter 12

A short while later, Mitchell left as well, Suzan on his arm.

Suzan's smile was irrepressible, even for herself. When it came to Mitchell, she was determined to win him-no matter what.

Effie returned from the restroom, only to find a new bank notification on her phone.

The string of zeros left her stunned.

She hadn't even had time to register the full amount before her phone started

ringing.

Seeing the caller ID, Effie's heart skipped a beat.

She took a moment to compose herself before answering.

"Mrs. Etheridge, did you get the money?" The deep, smooth voice on the line sent a shiver down her spine.

The sound of "Mrs. Etheridge" startled her so much, she thought her heart might leap right out of her chest.

it, but I have enough money of my own. I don't need this," Effie stammered,

is still yours. But from now on, you're Mrs. Etheridge. That means my money is yours too. And, of course, so am I." Lyman's tone was playful, a teasing warmth she'd never expected from someone as famously

her cheeks. She could hardly imagine someone as cold and

from

warmth, a sense that she truly mattered to someone.

want to buy, go ahead and get it. Don't worry

"Okay, I understand."

up, Effie was left with a lingering sense

brought her back to the present-she really was about to

to prepare

Effie headed

she planned to go shopping

so long?

tried to sound casual. "It's nothing. I just ran into Mitchell and Suzan. Got held

with indignation. "What? Those two jerks showed up here? Did they hit you?

now. Don't worry, I slapped Suzan back-I'm not letting them get the upper

still fuming. "Ugh! Next time I see those two, I swear I'll tear them to shreds. Absolute garbage, both

your appetite. Eat up. Afterwards, come with me to the

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