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ADELINE’S POV

I walked meekly in between the three men, my heart racing. As we walked out of the airport, I heard the announcement for my flight to London. There was nothing I could do; I couldn't even run away.

We exited the airport, and my breath caught in my throat. Four sleek black SUVs were parked in a line, each one looking more imposing than the last.

Security personnel stood around the cars, scanning the area with sharp, watchful eyes. They looked like they were prepared for anything.

I was terrified. My legs felt weak, and my hands shook.

"What do they want with me?" I asked, my voice quivering.

The man who had spoken to me earlier looked at me with a hint of sympathy. "The Qylers family wants to see you."

The Qylers family. They were the richest family in America, the kind of wealth that spanned generations.

The kind of family you only heard about in the news but never saw in real life. What could they possibly want with me?

I glanced at the cars again, feeling my fear dee