Faye Fordham's answer might have been incomprehensible to anyone else, but Sharon Morton understood it perfectly.
Faye had been afraid of Julian Winslow since she was a child—an inexplicable fear. Furthermore, most of the people around Julian either feared him, revered him, or worshipped him like a god. Over time, he had inexplicably become deified...
Under such circumstances, it was startling that someone suddenly refused to pander to him, even showing a slight disregard for him. Unlike other women who continuously threw themselves at him, she was like a thorny wild rose in a massive field of red roses. She exuded an irresistible allure from head to toe, making it impossible to look away.
As if by prior agreement, Faye and Sharon both turned their gazes toward Shalma Hughes, who was lazily eating watermelon.
Shalma noticed their stares and asked leisurely, "Why are you looking at me?"
Sharon stared blankly at Shalma and said, "If only you and Julius had met fourteen years ago."
