Shirley Thorne had fully expected Ethan Grant to come to the island to hunt her down.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have started her livestream so early, trying to execute her reputation-clearing plan in the shortest time possible.
'She was racing against the clock!'
Once she proved her plan was working, she could use that success as leverage to negotiate, telling Ethan Grant that she could handle the mastermind behind the scenes and didn't need to be just a pretty face in his villa.
'Yes, that was her original plan, but...'
On a lounge chair on the resort island, Shirley Thorne was still frozen stiff. Her brain had ceased all function, her thoughts a thick, clumpy mush.
'How could she describe this feeling?'
'It was as if... the entire world had frozen solid.'
Seeing her looking like she'd been struck by lightning, Ethan Grant's anger surprisingly subsided. He gave the ankle in his hand a firm tug and said, "Don't move."
