“I know who Constance is, by the way. Francesca told me.”
Tobias ignored what Sawyer had told him, standing up and strolling casually to the phone beside the bed. He lifted the receiver, pressed a single button, and then a few seconds later barked a command to the person working in reception to bring them drinks. He smiled at the response, which Elizabeth couldn’t hear, and then hung up.
He sat back down at the table, and finally responded to Sawyer.
“I never liked Constance.” Sawyer looked a little bothered by his father’s response but entirely unsurprised. “You know, I don’t think there’s a single thing she would hold sacred if you offered her enough money. I’ve always found it tedious to deal with people like her, though I have to admit it was very easy to strike a deal with her over
