Chapter 387

Lydia had not quite sorted out the Sherah situation when her phone buzzed again.

Glancing at the screen, she answered with a hint of impatience, "What now? Didn't I tell you to zip it? Madeline can't touch you if you do."

However, this time, it was not a voice she recognized. "Is this Ms. Sanders?"

Lydia's retort got caught in her throat.

She double-checked the number—it was still Sherah's—and her tone dropped a few degrees. "Speaking. Who's this?"

Radd tried to sound cheerful. "I'm Sherah's husband, Radd. My wife's been in Redenbaugh City, and she's really grateful for all you've done for her."

Lydia's face stayed stone-cold, her voice even chillier. "Cut to the chase. I'm not here for small talk. What do you want?"

Radd, hearing the frost in her voice, could not help but silently scoff.

"My wife spilled everything you had her do. She's clueless, and you got her off your back with a mere four hundred and fifty thousand bucks, but I'm not as easy to fool. You've got to up the a