Chapter 279

The iron gates of the prison slid open from both sides.

Carla stepped out, her clothes threadbare, her face pale and drawn. Clutched in her hand was a canvas bag so worn it looked like it might fall apart at any

moment.

Not far away, a car waited, its horn blaring impatiently.

A moment later, Pearl Vaughan pulled the car up right in front of her, lowered the window, and barked, "Get in."

Carla's eyes, dull with exhaustion, flickered with a brief spark when she recognized Pearl.

She rubbed her hands together nervously, then carefully opened the car door and climbed inside.

"Pearl, what are you doing here?"

something unpleasant in the air. Maybe she was imagining it, but the stench seemed

face. She couldn't help herself. "Didn't they let

I didn't mean to. Let me clean up-" She started rummaging through

off with an exasperated

of Isadora, she would never have come to pick her up. The very idea

things to go as they always had. But Prescott only handed her a measly thousand

never had to survive on so little in her life. It wasn't even enough

her, only to learn that Isadora had kicked

indistinguishable from that of any ordinary person. No more spa days, no shopping sprees,

Prescott could regain control of the Vaughan Group, and Pearl would be welcomed home-back to the

a stop by a deserted riverbank, beneath a highway overpass. A handful of homeless people huddled in the shadows

Pearl got out first.

the passenger seat. She'd just been released from prison, penniless and with nowhere to go. She'd hoped Pearl would take her somewhere for a hot meal,

had brought her

was enough. And Pearl coming

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