Chapter 271

The gaunt-faced man got her point right away. "Got it, ma'am." "Wait a minute," Lydia stopped him before he turned to leave. You can't expect people to work for you without a little incentive. Even though she'd already paid him quite a bit, if she wanted to keep him on her side, she had to grease the wheels. She quickly dug into her purse, pulled out a wad of cash and handed it over. The man bowed slightly, appreciative. "Thank you, ma'am." "Now go, and make sure no one sees you," Lydia said, lowering her voice deliberately. The whole morning, she felt uneasy—like her nerves were stretched too thin. There was somewhere she had to go. And if she didn't, she wouldn't be able to settle down. After nearly an hour's drive from the company, Lydia arrived at a secluded villa on the outskirts of town. It was bought by her late husband—Elaine's father—a couple of years ago, saying he wanted to retire early and settle down here with her. That kind of sweet talk might melt other women, but Lydia