Andrea casually walked into the resort where Noelle's birthday party was being held.
The hall used for the eighteenth birthday of the granddaughter of Maxwell Ashford was lively, filled with food and drink, and a big cake stood at the center of the hall.
Andrea arrived at Noelle's party when it was time to cut the cake.
Dressed in a silver dress endowed with real diamonds worth twenty million dollars, Noelle held a knife to her cake, a huge smile on her face as the photographer took a picture of her.
Her smile, however, faltered when she saw Andrea walk in.
Diana, who noticed her daughter's reaction, looked to where she was looking and saw Andrea.
She walked in Andrea's direction and aggressively grabbed her arm.
"What do you think you are doing here? Have you forgotten our deal?"
"Let go of me!"
"Your forty-eight hours is up, and that means by now you are supposed to be far away from this family with your son."
