Love in the Limelight

Chapter 20

Astrid had a hunch last night that Sandra was the one who torched her house to force her to return. And now, it seemed she was right.

After years apart, Astrid never thought Sandra would go batshit crazy enough to commit arson.

Who knew what kind of dirty tricks Sandra had up her sleeve to get the Irvine family’s business where it was today.

Astrid said, “Over my dead body, Sandra. I’m not marrying Colton. If you’re so eager to tie the knot with the Fortner family, why not marry off Lucinda?”

To which Sandra replied, “Astrid, are you still dreaming of being an actress? If you don’t show up at the engagement party tonight, I’ll spill all your dirty laundry to the media. You owe us, and if you don’t pay up, I’ll make your life a living hell.”

Astrid knew all about Sandra’s dirty tactics. This time, Sandra was just trying to drag her to the engagement party. But Astrid had a plan. If Sandra came after her, she would go to the Fortner family’s old house first, call off the engagement, and give Sandra a heart attack.

Astrid got out of the car. It looked like she was checking her phone, but she was actually scoping out the surroundings.

by, who was eyeing her, looking all suspicious. Astrid pretended

a group of burly men jumped out

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years abroad would make you better than me? You think I’d put up with you for all these years if

expect Sandra to make her move this soon. Sandra, oblivious to Astrid’s plan, gave a nod to one of the men in the car. He covered Astrid’s mouth and nose with a rag soaked in some knockout drug. Astrid held her breath/ pretended to struggle for a

had passed out, Sandra told the man to

about to leave when Wylle rushed over with an envelope. “Mr. Lampard, an Invitation from the Fortner

said, ‘Chuck it.”

“Mr. Lampard, wouldn’t it be rude not to attend?‘

Elio raised his

press further and

to drive himself as the driver went to pick up Astrid. Just as Elio was pulling out, Wylle ran over in a panic, waving the Invitation. “Mr. Lampard, we’ve got a

frowned, “What