Only then did she remember how Faye Wright had pushed her twice this afternoon at New Century Plaza.
She had banged her waist against the rearview mirror of Oliver Timmerman's Rolls Royce.
At the time, it just hurt, but afterward, she didn't pay it any mind.
She hadn't expected it to still be hurting now.
She covered the area and stood up, walking to the rattan chair nearby and sitting down.
Unbidden, the image of Joel Russo's actions that afternoon entered her mind.
He had dislocated Faye Wright's arm.
He had smashed one of Oliver Timmerman's cars.
Vincent said they had messed with someone they shouldn't have.
Joel had said that even if it cost him his entire fortune, he would still be happy.
The corners of her lips couldn't help but curl up, and the faint look in her eyes outshone all the vibrant flowers in the garden.
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On the way back to the company, Vincent was feeling extremely gratified.
