es locked on Caylee. This couldn't be real. How on earth
ind. Caylee was the healer Matthew had invited.
m. "Matthew, she's tricking you. That's not Zephyr. I a
my ex-wife is nothing but a fraud. She's pretending to
mused smile before shifting his eyes to Caylee. "Mis
ng about his features overlapped too closely with the masked man she remembe
ught, she muttered lightly,
hecked. And let me make something clear. My choice to cooperate with your company
brief look and said c
ould his ex-wife, the same woman who had depended
o be some ki
cold. "To be honest, the entire Griffiths family doesn't even deserve
through Brett, his
s being duped. Once the true Zephyr appeared, he sw
. "Matthew, you can't possibly believe her! She was
Caylee. "You're disgusting, pretending to be Zephyr ju
face, but Caylee caught her wrist midair with st
ff another woman's scraps, that's your business. But don't parade it in
nd eyes wide with fury. "You hit me?" she shrieked, hur
's tantrum. He nodded to the butler and said in a low voice, "Show them
oth Brett's and
e actually know the true Zephyr! You
ed in, "Kick us out and you'll los
n, merciless smile. "Remove them
s stepped forward, g
e door. Even while restrained, Stacey yelled at Caylee, "You turned Matthe
d back at Caylee, his voice cool but not unkind. "I should have hand
ad. "I'm alright. Just tak
was resting weakly against the pillows
a shot of the serum she had been working on. Almost
and gone with little to show. Yet with that singl
"He'll need months to recover. I'll follow up with mo
ck. Yet his gaze stayed fixed on her as she walked away, a slight smil
ide the Walsh grounds, her
acey staged her own attack has
got hold of it
s. They want you at the race three days from today. Win t
age glowing on her screen. Someone who knew about
man whose driving skills matched hers. Was t
ught, she typed her