James Horne was clearly misunderstanding Phoebe Rogers, thinking that she, a woman nearly sixty years old, was still having an affair.
To find out the truth, he lightened his footsteps and approached the apartment's entrance like a phantom, standing at the door and straining his ears to listen to what was happening inside.
The voices of several men came from the room.
They were all voices he had never heard before. Fortunately, he didn't hear the kind of intimate sounds between a man and a woman that he was dreading.
"Ms. Rogers, the other party is the Horne Family's eldest young mistress. Initially, we didn't know her true identity, but now that we do, she's not someone we can afford to provoke. Glades Horne is a formidable character. You're asking us to help you sow discord in their marriage; isn't the price you're offering a bit too low?"
James heard one of the men say this.
The Horne Family's eldest young mistress?
Isn't that Julia?
They're talking about Julia!
