The Thorne Heiress

I felt a little confused. No evidence? Chloe was right—my fingerprints were on the fruit knife itself, and any forensics department worth their salt would know immediately that I was the perpetrator.

I couldn't help but suspect that Tristan was hiding something from me. “Did you have something to do with Mrs. Hobbs's sudden appearance yesterday?”

It was quite obvious that Mrs. Hobbs hadn't thought