Robert's expression was icy as he thought of Emily's youth and beauty, her gentle and considerate nature. Then, he compared it to Brianna's aging face, which makeup could no longer conceal, her knack for causing trouble, and the son who had killed his sister in a supermarket. The thought alone made his heart grow cold.
Mrs. Jones had returned this time, and Robert wasn't sure if she had witnesses. But even if she didn't, as a victim of human trafficking, the media would surely sensationalize her tragic story!
If that happened, Davis Group would be mired in negative press just the same.
"Honey, don't believe Mrs. Jones. That bitch… there's no way she has witnesses. If she did, she wouldn't need to call and threaten me like this! Honey, please don't divorce me, please!" Brianna cried, clinging to him.
