Later that afternoon…
Anne drove Paule to his place. As they approached the entrance, Patricia came bustling out with a wide smile plastered across her face.
"Anne, you are here," she beamed. "Come in, come in, have a seat."
Anne gave a tight smile. Patricia had never greeted her so warmly before. This act of kindness…Anne knew it was because of Paule's presence. Without saying a word, she stepped in.
Patricia's eyes darted to the sleek black car parked just outside the gate. "That car looks expensive," she mumbled under her breath, envy glinting in her gaze.
Her mind raced. She had always fantasized about luxury cars, grand homes, designer clothes, and expensive jewelry. For years, she had pinned those dreams on Lorie marrying rich. But now, that plan didn't work. Her mind shifted to Anne, who was married to a billionaire.
If she treated Anne kindly, maybe she could squeeze some wealth out of her.
