“Just tell me what it is,” Andrea says.
She languidly runs her fingers through her hair, and then cautiously raises her hands above her head to stretch. Her waist doesn’t hurt as much a it had the day before. She nods, satisfied.
“The good news is that I’ve found a hospital to transfer your nanny to. They’ve agreed that we can move her there in the next few days,” Charles says, “The other news is that the person who wants to buy your shares of the Zuri Hotel wants to meet you today to sign the contract.”
“Today?” Andrea asks, concerned.
“He‘s very eager to sign the contract and insists on doing it as soon as possible,” Charles explains.
“Okay,” Andrea says, pushing Lucky aside and getting out of bed, “I’ll find a way to be there.”
“I’ll go with you,” Charles offers.
“I’m just goi
