Shirley Thorne had the same question.
'Why in the world did the richest man alive set his sights on Duplara Island? Is there some secret I don't know about?'
She didn't think he chose it for her. Instead, she believed there was something on the island that Ethan Grant wanted.
'Yep, that has to be it!'
Shirley Thorne brainwashed herself, firmly believing this wasn't for her.
'I have no desire to sleep with my boss, and I'm sure my boss has no desire to sleep with me... right?'
"What are you thinking about?"
"Huh?"
Shirley Thorne turned toward the voice and saw Ethan Grant holding a glass of champagne, looking at her with a faint smile. He seemed to be in a good mood.
"Nothing!"
Shirley Thorne slowly shook her head, her gaze darting around as she changed the subject. "Where's Yvette Grant?"
Ethan Grant averted his gaze and leaned casually against the window. "Helping prepare for the party."
