es locked on Caylee. This couldn't be real. How on earth

ind. Caylee was the healer Matthew had invited.

m. "Matthew, she's tricking you. That's not Zephyr. I a

my ex-wife is nothing but a fraud. She's pretending to

mused smile before shifting his eyes to Caylee. "Mis

ng about his features overlapped too closely with the masked man she remembe

ught, she muttered lightly,

hecked. And let me make something clear. My choice to cooperate with your company

brief look and said c

ould his ex-wife, the same woman who had depended

o be some ki

cold. "To be honest, the entire Griffiths family doesn't even deserve

through Brett, his

s being duped. Once the true Zephyr appeared, he sw

. "Matthew, you can't possibly believe her! She was

Caylee. "You're disgusting, pretending to be Zephyr ju

face, but Caylee caught her wrist midair with st

ff another woman's scraps, that's your business. But don't parade it in

nd eyes wide with fury. "You hit me?" she shrieked, hur

's tantrum. He nodded to the butler and said in a low voice, "Show them

oth Brett's and

e actually know the true Zephyr! You

ed in, "Kick us out and you'll los

n, merciless smile. "Remove them

s stepped forward, g

e door. Even while restrained, Stacey yelled at Caylee, "You turned Matthe

d back at Caylee, his voice cool but not unkind. "I should have hand

ad. "I'm alright. Just tak

was resting weakly against the pillows

a shot of the serum she had been working on. Almost

and gone with little to show. Yet with that singl

"He'll need months to recover. I'll follow up with mo

ck. Yet his gaze stayed fixed on her as she walked away, a slight smil

ide the Walsh grounds, her

acey staged her own attack has

got hold of it

s. They want you at the race three days from today. Win t

age glowing on her screen. Someone who knew about

man whose driving skills matched hers. Was t

ught, she typed her