Chapter 57: Deceived.

With trembling hands, Anya reached into her bag and pulled out the document Daniel 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 Autumn’s Snow, her eyes narrowed dangerously. If she had been played this long, it would be too shameful. She hoped Daniel was wrong, but she doubted it. Her husband was rarely wrong, unless he had to throw his wife out while she was grieving.   By the time she arrived at the hotel, Anya’s nerves were stretched to their breaking point. But for some reason, her hands had been shaking with a mixture of fear and uncertainty and stilled. As she stepped out of the car and into the bustling lobby. A frown immediately seized her face as she realized that the hotel was oddly packed with people. Was there an event going on?   Anya frowned in suspicion as she made her way through the crowd, her eyes scanning the surrounding face