just snobbery. This was a cold-blooded setup to clear the way for Daniel’s next bride. —
PART 2: THE ENCOUNTER IN THE RAIN
Evelyn was walking down the muddy estate road, sobbing, her dignity in tatters. A black Rolls Royce pulled up. The man who stepped out wasn’t just a stranger; he was Michael Thorne, the very man the Whitakers feared most.
