Of course, that was exactly what Shirley Thorne meant!
Based on the clues gathered so far, the probability that Meredith Rowan was the mastermind was extremely high. Plus, her uncharacteristic appearance at the hotel was highly unusual.
'Has she decided to stop lying low after more than twenty years?'
Shirley Thorne had a billion and one questions.
And those billion and one questions were threatening to become a billion new discoveries.
She had no intention of revealing her own suspicions, which meant she needed someone to ask for her. Yvette Grant was undoubtedly the best candidate.
"Auntie, as long as you keep Aunt Rowan here, I promise I won't pursue the matter of the recording at all."
Shirley Thorne's smile was incredibly sweet, like a peony meticulously cared for in a flower shop. She looked completely harmless.
But Yvette Grant knew it was all a fucking act!
"Fine, I'll help you with this!"
