At that moment, the door to the club's private room creaked open again, and Grace sauntered in, acting like she owned the place. She found Anders and took her place beside him. Fawning over him like a cat marking its territory.

Then she turned to Bailey and narrowed her eyes.

"Anders, my dear. This is the girl from earlier at lunch. You haven't made any introductions between her and I. Who is she to you?" Grace asked, her voice sweet, and Bailey could not help but roll her eyes.

Bailey ...