It took Shirley Thorne three pig's trotters to sort everything out.
Unlike the cold ones at the bar, the spicy pig's trotters at The Grand Pyralia Hotel were savory and fiery, with a soft, tender texture that saved her the embarrassment of getting her chopsticks stuck.
However, Shirley Thorne was no longer in the mood to contemplate the hundred different ways to eat a pig's trotter.
Right now, all she wanted to know was whether Meredith Rowan was the mastermind. 'And if she is, can she please just go die already?'
She'd always known about the anti-surveillance device the billionaire had given her, but she never imagined there would come a day when she'd actually need it.
She'd only gone to a bar, and some mastermind had tried to eavesdrop on her.
Luckily, the billionaire had come through for her; his equipment was top-notch.
