A bitter scoff escaped her lips as she pondered the orchestrator of this deadly wave of attacks.
It had to be that blond. The realization stung deeply—she had been utterly deceived.
That blond had cleverly diverted her attention by sending Lucas to expose Vincent's betrayal and his plot to kill Zach Griffin.
In her desperation, she had dispatched the old butler, Benjamin, to Arizona to prevent Vincent's scheme from succeeding.
In desperation, she finally ordered Jacob's heart to be harvested and took it back to her mansion, locking herself in her secret chamber with it.
Now, standing amidst the ruins of her carefully laid plans, Gloria couldn't believe she had been so thoroughly outmaneuvered.
Her eyes briefly drifted to the jar, a grim reminder of her desperate gambit.
Then she carefully placed it on a nearby mahogany desk before she drew a chair and sat before the painting.
