Beatrice sat inside the cab as she ordered the driver to drive to the production house before looking out of the car, opening the window enough to breathe happily.
Things were finally starting to work in her favor.
And she was happy about it.
She looked at her phone when it pinged with an incoming message from her assistant.
(The amount you requested has been delivered.)
Beatrice chuckled at the message, almost catching the driver off guard, who cleared his throat and focused on the road.
She set the phone aside and closed her eyes, letting her body and mind relax. After all, they had been under a great deal of stress.
As she thought about everything going on around her, her lips lifted when she remembered the expression on Sean's face.
She still vaguely remembered how she had been thinking of spending the night with Andrew when he had come to the house drunk because he had argued with Elara, whom he had met in the hospital.
