Shirley Thorne immediately shifted her gaze to the suspected mastermind, Meredith Rowan, only to find her acting perfectly normal. Meredith was looking at a face-reading book on her phone, her expression a carbon copy of the Grant Clansmen's.
Shock and disbelief!
Shirley glanced at Yvette Grant and saw that while she'd been distracted, that girl had already started arguing with one of her uncles and the other clansmen.
The topic of their argument was, of all things, whether a study guide could be used as a feng shui manual.
'Heh, putting up a last-ditch struggle?'
'Dream on!'
'You're going to be a mother, and that's final!'
Shirley stopped paying attention to Yvette Grant. She knew that to make this happen, the real key was Uncle Grant.
So, she turned her gaze to Uncle Grant. He still wore his usual smile, but there was an indefinable, oppressive weight to the air around him.
