Will glanced at Arianne but didn’t reveal the matter involving Mark. “It’s nothing. It’s late, let’s call it a night. Tiffie, you should go home and keep your mother company. ”
Tiffany sighed. “You know what my mother’s like. Now that my father’s gone, she probably won’t be able to catch her breath for a few years.”
Arianne nodded, “Then I’m leaving. Call me if you need anything.”
Just as she had spoken, she noticed a black Rolls-Royce parked not too far away. She remembered the car plate number all too well, it was Mark’s car...
It took Brian a quick moment to get down from the car, walk up to her, and take her handbag. “Time to go, Madam.”
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