Chapter 533: Only a Woman Could Put Her in Her Place

She was dripping in jewelry, every inch of her gleaming with luxury. Neck, wrists, earlobes-all decked out in pieces that caught the light and looked expensive. Her handbag and outfit together probably cost at least $10,000. To most people, she looked like a walking bank. She was dressed to the nines. Honey-blond curls framed a face just past thirty, but her figure was still trim and she was still attractive. She held a boy of seven or eight by the hand. When the line in front of Jimmy Yale moved...