Brooke sat at her vanity, a smug smile playing on her lips while Lottie stared at her.
"What was that about?" She asked.
The call with Lyse had been unexpectedly cut short mid-conversation and they had heard a strange noise in the background, a muffled shout, followed by a dead line.
"I don't know, who cares we've got what we need." Brooke said gleefully and a smile lit up Lottie's face.
"It seems that whore does not even know who she got married to, but how possible is that?"
"Maybe she was intoxicated out of her mind, it would make sense that after such a humiliating experience she would want to numb her pain and she ended up married." Brooke reasoned. "Whatever the reason is, the absence of a name makes it even easier for us."
A surge of excitement coursed through her. This was exactly what she had been waiting for. A weakness, a vulnerability that she could use this to her advantage, to push Lyse further into danger.
