"Who are you?"
At her words, the woman gave a cold laugh and took off her hat. "Who am I? You and Tristan Grayson ruined my life, and now you have the audacity to ask me who I am?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. If you know what's good for you, leave now. Otherwise, I'm calling the police immediately."
The woman felt strangely familiar, but the heavy makeup on her face concealed her true features, so Mika couldn't place who she was.
"Leave? You must think this is all too simple. I didn't come here today with any intention of leaving empty-handed."
"What do you want?"
"I told you. I'm taking you to see a show. An absolutely fantastic show."
"What do you mean?"
The woman sneered, leaning close to Mika. She covered her mouth and whispered, "I think I saw Tristan Grayson on my way up. But since you two are divorced, I'm sure you don't care whether he lives or dies."
Mika's heart sank at the woman's words, and her expression turned grim.
