"Mr. Grant!"
Shirley Thorne stopped in her tracks at the call, but her mind was elsewhere. Her eyes were glued to the group rushing forward, her face a mask of fury.
'She actually let Meredith Rowan get away!'
'Right under my very nose, too!'
'Then again, why would Warren Grant suddenly faint like that?'
The odds were about as likely as Mars colliding with Earth. The single word "coincidence" was not nearly enough to appease Shirley Thorne's furious heart.
"A mango allergy."
Hearing the voice, Shirley Thorne turned her head.
She couldn't see her own expression, so she had no idea how endearing her aggrieved, self-reproachful look was. She only saw Ethan Grant's pupils suddenly dilate before returning to normal in an instant, his Adam's apple bobbing unnaturally.
'Sigh, why does the great tycoon look so charmed? Is there a cute kitten nearby?'
"She can't send the message."
Ethan Grant turned his head to the side, his gaze lowered to stare at some unknown spot.
