The word 'betrayal' didn't exist in Finn Taylor's dictionary. A traitor was no different from a dead man to him.
People were either on his side or dead. He would never let off anyone who betrayed him—not even once.
"Finn, Willow Stone…" Finally, Yvette Larson mentioned her best friend's name, yet she stopped herself. She didn't know what to say.
"Yvette, everyone has their own free will." Finn Taylor didn't know how to comfort his wife. He knew that she had to be feeling heartbroken. After all, Willow Stone was one of her best friends!
Why did she, of all people, have to betray her?
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San Francisco, Willow Stone's apartment.
Clarine Landon glared at the other. "Willow Stone."
She smiled. "Why do you have to raise your voice? I'm not deaf. Just call me Willow—there's no need to be so formal."
