Chapter 218

Still, she didn’t answer Robert Hunt. She just grabbed her purse and walked right out the door. "Where are you going?" Robert’s face darkened as Patricia Wilson brushed him off like that. But the only answer he got was the door slamming shut. "Unbelievable," he muttered in the empty living room. Still, he knew Patricia well—what she said wasn’t always what she felt. Sharp tongue, soft heart. He figured dinner tomorrow would still be on, she’d just show up with a bit of a scowl. He picked up the newspaper he hadn’t finished earlier and kept reading. — Elsewhere, Emma Grace was sitting there feeling a little torn after ending the call. Yeah, she’d agreed, but part of her hated the idea of dragging herself back into memories she’d worked so hard to forget. "Ms. Grace—" "Ah! Sorry, what’s up, Linda?" She snapped back to reality. "There's news—Mr. Robinson may be looking into Hunt Group. Might be trying to test the waters for a potential deal." "What?" Emma had barely been gone for two hour