Felicia felt a pang of pity for the poor woman.
Just then, her phone vibrated.
She picked it up and saw the call was from Anne. “Mommy, you’re not in the office. Where did you go?”
Tommy had just brought Anne over from school.
“I’m out right now, but I’ll be back soon.”
“Okay, I’ll do my homework quietly and wait for you.”
Felicia’s lips curved into a smile. “Good girl.”
She hung up and turned back to Olisha. “You can go to Max directly, but he’s not in the Capital right now. I have to go.”
As Felicia stood to leave, Olisha shot up from her seat. “Evelynn!”
Felicia paused.
“I’m sorry,” Olisha said, her voice trembling. “I… I don’t know where to go.”
In this strange city, she was utterly lost and afraid.
Felicia watched her. The terror in Olisha’s eyes was too genuine to be an act. “Gavin didn’t make any arrangements for you?”
“He just had someone bring me here,” Olisha said. “He told me you would help me.”
Felicia wanted to slap Gavin for dumping this mess on her.
She asked, “Do you want to go find Max, or do you want to wait for him here in the Capital?”
Olisha’s voice was tense. “I… I don’t know. Mr. Hawthorne definitely won’t accept me right now.”
So now she was expected to convince Max to accept a mistress. The absurdity of it all was almost comical. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Any other woman would have come across as shameless and disgusting.
But the woman standing before her, with her stunningly beautiful face and her vulnerable, obedient demeanor, wasn’t being provocative. She was simply making a humble, desperate plea.

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