Chapter 234 Who is She?

Annie ended the call. It felt as if an invisible hand had clamped around her heart so tightly that she could barely breathe. She did not even have time to think. She flagged down a car, gave the driver the address of the Steward residence, and urged him to hurry. The car braked hard at the entrance. Annie paid, shoved the door open, and stumbled through the familiar carved wooden doors. The living room was brightly lit, but the air was so heavy it was hard to breathe. Gary stood off to the side. His face was ashen, and sweat beaded across his forehead. Irene sat in the main seat, gripping her walking stick. Her chest heaved with each breath. She was livid. And across from her, on the couch, sat a familiar figure. It was the woman Annie had seen at the company that afternoon, the one who had commissioned the custom outfit. She had removed her mask and sunglasses. She sat there quietly, poised and elegant, completely out of place in the tense, confrontational atmosphere. What w