"Don't try to scare me with that. Confucius didn't speak on the supernatural. What is all this hocus-pocus?"
"Believe it or not. Just warn Vivian Lee's father. Tell him to make her stop spouting nonsense so she doesn't frighten my wife." Ian Quincy had also thought of a brilliant idea—give her a taste of her own medicine.
'He would copy her and write an anonymous letter.'
'He'd let her know that he knew everything about her future, including her real reason for marrying Felix Flynn.'
'If she dared to step out of line, he'd tell Felix the truth and see how she'd react then!'
Jim Quincy's expression twisted slightly. "Oh, calling her your 'wife' already? You two haven't even had a wedding."
"That's because you were biased and didn't schedule it earlier. Before, when you wrote asking me about getting married, didn't I reply that such a major event was for my parents to decide? Yet you were the one who arranged for another man to meet with Cecilia."
