As Harriet watched Liam leave, a smug smile spread across her face, her eyes gleaming and shining with triumph and she didn't waste any moment, picking up her phone and dialing Cora's number.
She had known her son would eventually yield to her demands, no matter how stubborn he might have proven the day before. Liam had always been a mama's boy, and she knew exactly how to manipulate him.
She knew that she would definitely get him to marry Cora as long as he had made that deal, to court and treat Cora like a suitable girl, with her.
As she waited for Cora to answer the call, Harriet's mind raced with schemes and strategies. She had no intention of letting Fiona off the hook that easily especially after what she did.
The girl had dared to defy her, to challenge her authority by having the guts to want to still work there after making a fool of her. She was never going to let that slide.
