"Sir," Giggs gave a curt bow, his eyes immediately going behind me.
Walking toward the door of the suite, I could see the man's gaze searching, waiting, but before he could make any move, I arrived beside him, and my palm fell on his shoulder.
"Come, let's take a step outside."
"Mrs Heather," the man's expression tightened, his gaze narrowing.
"Denise is busy at the moment. It's best we give her and her guest some privacy."
The confusion on Giggs's face didn't abate, instead turning to caution, and I did not blame him considering no one could have predicted the current situation of the two women, given how they kicked off.
"I should go and make sure the madam is fine."
Giggs spoke the words carefully, his eyes going to my hand which was still on his shoulder, and looking at him, I took it off with a smile.
"You can, but you won't come back with your life. Martha is bound to kill you, but before she does, I'll have already done the deed."
