Anna Jadwin bit her lip, walking slowly towards her destination, fuming with anger.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a cold figure stepped in.
Wayne Bailey glanced at Cathy Xavier, then turned his gaze to Anna Jadwin...
He had been informed that his wife had entered this room, fearing something might happen, he rushed over immediately.
There she was, the foolish woman, standing behind the sofa, massaging Cathy Xavier's shoulders.
"Get out," he said with a chilling authority.
Grateful for the escape, Anna Jadwin dropped her hands and left the room.
Cathy Xavier blinked her big eyes: "What's wrong? Who upset you this much?"
Wayne Bailey stormed out without a word, slamming the door like a bomb had gone off.
Who let this woman massage someone's shoulders and run errands? Did she think she was a servant?
As the door closed, Cathy Xavier's face turned pale. She picked up an exotic fruit, and red juice dripped from her delicate fingers.