Chapter 75

Stella stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the Johnson family villa, a cup of cold tea in her hand. The shadows of the swaying trees outside blurred before her eyes, but her mind kept looping back to the talk she had with Robert. "This is going way too smoothly..." She muttered under her breath. A seasoned shark like him, someone who's made waves in the business world, actually bought into her story without so much as a blink? Something didn't feel right. She had this weird gut feeling about him. She couldn't sit still. Random flashes—memories that didn't even seem like her own—started creeping in. For some reason, a vague image of meeting Robert when she was a kid kept nagging at her. Setting the cup down, Stella walked toward the study. She remembered her grandma had left behind some old photos. Maybe there was something in there that could explain all this. Right when she finished organizing the documents and was about to head out, the doorbell rang. "This late?" Stella glanced