From a hundred meters away, Lynn Fletcher watched as Holly Wyatt got into a black Rolls-Royce! But the woman who had been beside Holly didn't get in!
The car was there specifically to pick up Holly Wyatt.
Someone was waiting for Holly Wyatt in the back seat. A hand was briefly visible, but Lynn couldn't make out a face or a figure; she could only tell it was a man.
Lynn Fletcher gritted her teeth, her hand tightly clenching the hem of her clothes.
'Why does Holly Wyatt get to ride in a car like that?!'
'I never rode in a car this nice, not even with the Fletchers!'
'Didn't they say the man who took her wasn't from high society? How could some upstart have that much money?!'
"Lynn Fletcher?" a crisp, clear male voice asked from behind her.
Lynn Fletcher froze. Thinking a fan had recognized her, she immediately lowered her head, trying to hide her face.
Cindy Wells spread her arms to shield Lynn, eyeing the man warily. "Sorry, I think you have the wrong person."
