CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE

"So tell me, what is it between you and Margot Prescott? Don't even tell me that it's nothing, because I know what I've been seeing on the internet. I might be dyslexic, which prevents me from reading properly, but that doesn't mean that I can't see the photos of you two," Grace said.

"So you do care?" Enrique smiled.

"What do you mean by that? Of course I care and that's why I'm asking. Are you trying to avoid the question or what?"

"Margot is doing business with me," Enrique replied vaguely.

"Business? What kind of business could she possibly be doing with you, Enrique? Last I checked, Margot was still very much a supermodel. So tell me what a supermodel has to do with a famous restauranteur and businessman like you, my dear?" Grace asked with her hands akimbo.

"I find this amazing, Grace. You didn't even ask me this question on my return. Why now all of a sudden when the answer doesn't even matter?"

"Of course it matters. I want to know why my own husband was traveling all around E