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Wathoni got on her feet while my brain went dead from the questions that had been hurled at me.

For some reason, Scarlett’s eyes followed her movement closely until she stopped right beside me and then a frown caused her forehead to form displeased folds. And those soft and beautiful eyes of hers were full of what could only be jealousy as she looked Wathoni over from head to toe.

Granted, Wathoni was a looker with generous curves and caramel skin but she didn’t compare to Scarlett’s otherworldly beauty in any way, I hope she knew that.

“I’m Wathoni,” she introduced herself nervously, rubbing her hands along her battered clothes, “I know you all have every reason to be mad at Blake, but he doesn’t deserve to take the heat alone when I’m the one that dragged him into this mess by coming here for help,” she explained calmly.

Logan walked into the office and so did Alex and Scarlett before shutting the door behind them.

“Saying your name doesn’t explain a thing,” Logan pointed out,