Lucca had originally been waiting in giddy excitement for the two street thugs she had hired to send her photos and videos of Catherine—waiting to see Catherine humiliated all over again.
Instead, what she received were photos of those two men lying in hospital beds, their faces bruised and swollen beyond recognition.
One of them had a broken nose.
The other had fractured ribs.
Not long after, her phone rang. A man's rough, gravelly voice came through the line.
"Miss Channing, the Lord of Washington asked me to pass on a message," the man said coldly. "Your show has officially begun."
Lucca dropped to the floor in shock.
She had never imagined that her plan would be crushed before it even had the chance to unfold—let alone by Bert himself.
