Chapter 115: Walking into a trap

As the car pulled out onto the busy streets, Elena’s anxiety only grew with each passing moment. She glanced out the window, her heart pounding in her chest as the towering buildings of the city loomed overhead like silent sentinels. With trembling hands, she reached into her bag and pulled out the document Marcus had given her the night before, her eyes scanning the words on the page with a frown. As she read through the clause about the copyrights of her work being transferred to the writer of Snow tail, her eyes narrowed dangerously. If she had been played this long, it would be too shameful. She hoped Marcus was wrong, but she doubted it. Her husband was rarely every wrong, unless he had to throw his wife out while she was grieving. By the time she arrived at the hotel, Elena’s nerves were stretched to their breaking point. But for some reason, her hands that bad been shaking with a mixture of fear and uncertainty and stilled. As she stepped out of the car and into the bu