Renee Jennings's heart skipped a beat. She looked at Naomi Kenway, her eyes filled with unease. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't you know exactly what I'm talking about? Aren't you afraid of retribution for all the terrible things you've done?"
Renee Jennings clenched her fists and glared at Naomi Kenway, but she dared not lash out, mindful of the other woman's status.
"What terrible things have I supposedly done? Go on, say it."
"That's too long a list to get through quickly."
Renee Jennings's heart leaped into her throat. Naomi Kenway's ambiguous attitude was deeply unsettling, and her mind raced with countless possibilities, including the worst-case scenario. 'Does Naomi know something...?'
Fear and worry churned within her as she stared at Naomi Kenway's confident expression. Her comeback was feeble. "I'm not going to stoop to your level."
With that, she grabbed Nathan Lynch and left, her steps quick and frantic, her expression deeply troubled.
