Chapter 452

he good thing was that none of the real Ava’s mates were also employed at the new Club, so Hila would have a certain degree of freedom to work. From all accounts, the woman who lay in a heap, trussed up and dead to the world, at her feet, had not had much of a social life, preferring to stay in contact with just an old friend named Lauren Warden. The woman in question was away and only kept in touch infrequently. Keeping the picture of the unconscious woman before her, she skilfully altered her appearance. After a little more than three hours, she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.