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?"

Pearl caught a whiff of something unpleasant in the air. Maybe she was imagining it, but the

across Pearl's face. She couldn't help herself. "Didn't

"I did shower. I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean to. Let

cut her off with an exasperated sigh.

truth was, if she didn't need Carla to get rid of Isadora, she would never have come to pick her up. The

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

life. It wasn't

had stopped loving her, only to learn that Isadora had kicked both Prescott

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

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

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

Pearl got out first.

She'd just been released from prison, penniless and with nowhere to go. She'd hoped Pearl would take her

Pearl had brought

was enough. And

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