Ivy stormed into the penthouse, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor, anger coercing through her veins.
Without thinking twice,swinging her hand with a much force as she threw her purse over the room landing it on the glass table,it landed with a loud bang that echoed through the room,her eyes blazing with fury.
Frank trailed closely behind her, his facial expression stiffened with worry.
"That little brat," she spat, her voice trembling with rage. "So Sandy had know all along. She knew Selene was back this whole time and didn't say a damn word?" She asked to no one in particular as anger blinded her vision.
It hadn't taken long for Ivy to notice slook on Sandy's face.
The smug, knowing smile that played on her lips when she had asked about the bruise on Frank's lip.
The sly little smile Sandy had worn held something different,like she was in on some private joke.
