Going head-to-head with a "Film Queen" like Meredith Rowan, Shirley Thorne couldn't help but be nervous. But no matter what, she couldn't afford to look scared.
Meredith Rowan was staying in the villa's most luxurious guest room, which was also the one furthest from the main gate. Combined with the well-trained bodyguards, escape was impossible.
"Aunt Rowan, you were looking for me?"
Shirley Thorne stood smiling at the door. She wore a red dress, both stunning and playful, and her hair was tied in a ponytail, giving her an air of youthful energy.
"Have you eaten, Shirley?"
Although Meredith Rowan was panicking inside, she didn't show the slightest hint of impatience. On the surface, she was the very picture of composure.
"Not yet. What would you like for lunch, Aunt Rowan? Only the hospital on the island has power, so meals might be a little late."
