The fiery tragedy was averted, because Florence Langley arrived with their meal.
The intimate atmosphere was broken, and Shirley Thorne had no intention of bringing it back. She quickly asked, "What's for dinner? I'm starving!"
She really was hungry!
"Something delicious! We have your favorite crispy fried chicken!"
'Crispy fried chicken? Oh, I'm so in!'
Shirley Thorne was overjoyed. She picked up her chopsticks and dug in, while also perking up her ears to listen to Florence Langley's report.
Florence Langley was an elite bodyguard. For her to be delivering their meal could only mean she had something important to report. Otherwise, she would be diligently working her post right now.
"The nurse confessed. Someone threatened her, using money as leverage."
Ethan Grant nodded. "Continue."
He didn't believe the nurse had that much nerve. There had to be another incentive.
