Chapter 290 : A Venomous Tongue

*Michael*

The sun was dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of fiery orange and dusky pink as I pulled into the driveway, gravel crunching under the tires of my SUV. The day at the spa had been long and grueling—contractors were behind schedule, and the tile shipment for the new saunas had arrived with half the pieces shattered like brittle bones.

I stepped out of the vehicle, rolling my shoulders to relieve the tension that had settled there like unwelcome guests. As I walked toward the bungalow, the scent of jasmine from the garden did little to soothe my frayed nerves. Reggie's words echoed in my mind, a persistent drumbeat of suspicion. Lauren. Could she really be tangled up in this mess?