Anastacia stepped into the room, her emerald jewelry gleaming under the lights. She wore emerald earrings that caught the light with every movement, three necklaces draped around her neck, and emerald bracelets that glittered on her wrists. The large emeralds on her fingers only added to the display of wealth. As expected, the jewelry bought at 900 million was nothing short of breathtaking.
When she saw me, she made a show of lifting her hair, subtly allowing the jewelry to sparkle in my face.
With a saccharine smile, she spoke in a tone that dripped with insincerity. “I’m really sorry, Miss Penelope, to bother you so late at night. Mr. Barnes left a very important document at the company, and I have to bring it to him.”
As she handed over the document, the sweet, cloying scent of her perfume filled the air. It was the same fragrance Killian wore—an overbearing, feminine sweetness that made my stomach churn.
I felt a wave of disgust wash over me, but I said nothing. Instead, I kept my tone even. “He’s in the shower. You can come in and wait.”