Mollie Jones yanked Gerald Bennett behind her: "We'll compensate!"
But—
"Can we pay in installments?" Mollie Jones had no confidence, put away her usual booming voice, and negotiated in a pinched tone, "Over forty-eight months."
On the other end, Gerald Bennett whispered from behind her, "Lanlan," he uttered timidly, "the car owner's son is Wyatt Wright."
Mollie Jones: "..."
Bolt from the blue!
In that witch's villa, all the photos on the wall were of the same person—the famous photographer, Wyatt Wright. Mollie Jones had only later learned his identity, and even the doll in the cage was modeled after him.
Her husband had really poked the tiger's backside.
"Miss Bennett."
