“THE Cole’s mansion?” Charles repeated faintly, as if the words refused to register properly in his brain.
Shantel crossed her arms, watching the shock spread across his face.
“Yes. The Cole’s mansion.”
He let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “How?”
“That is what I just told you.”
“No,” he snapped, shaking his head. “No, you don’t get to just say that and expect me to digest it. Are you being serious right now? Do you even understand the gravity of what you are saying?”
She rolled her eyes.
“That is the ex-husband of my fiancée!” he thundered.
At that, Shantel scoffed loudly.
“Your fiancée indeed,” she mocked. “I don’t think she will still be by the time I’m done with this.”
Charles’ expression darkened dangerously.
“Can you stop this, Shantel?” he demanded. “What exactly do you
